Tuesday, November 15, 2005

the fine line

There is a fine line between teaching your kid a lesson and TEACHINGYOURKIDALESSON. If "That will teach him!" runs through my head, I try to reexamine the my parenting style. I'm trying to stay in the lower case, and Jack is trying to make as little sense as possible. His only focus lies on his newest project- Operation: Thwart the Parents! He laughs at danger, giggles at directives, guffaws at requests, and chuckles at desperate pleas.

There is also a fine line between
<------- cute, fuzzy, and possibly needing help and violent, ingrateful, wild fat ass.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Neighbors and ideas. Good, bad, and ugly.

I really love our neighborhood. It's got community, damnit. Apart from the fantastic ability to walk to the store/coffeeshop/library/park etc. Our neighbors are damned friendly. We've been here a few short months and have befriended or at least met most of those around us. The people across the street who leave nasty "anonymous" notes when we have the nerve to park a car on the street in front of their house not withstanding, everyone else is great. There is an old widower around the corner who brings homegrown veggies for us and grapes for Jack. We've gone to the dog park with the next door neighbor and she invited me to join her book club. We lived in a house in L.A. for four years and the only thing we ever got (indirectly from the neighbors is crime tape.

Our dog has California blood. He spent (at least) the last few years of his life in southern California and has the surfboard, Disneyland pass, and knowledge of reikis to prove it. ;) He also has thin blood. If he has to go outside or wait in the car for 5 minutes he starts shivering like a junkie on a methadone placebo. So we have caved and bought him a.....

dog sweater.

Yes, he looks silly. I thought his stylish little weasel heart would be shamed at the faux suede fleece combo and he would try to chew it off. The truth is he seems to like it and it looks cozy, if not foolish.

I was inspired by this blog to go to the lovely and well-stocked Uwajimaya for a tupperware-esque bento box (similar to this) to hold a Jack lunch-to-go. The little compartments are perfect for his toddler appetite and the price is right ($5). I also left with noodles, Pocky, and other good yummies. I love that place.

Crash is a great movie. I was a little put off at first, but it ended up getting under my skin and I've been thinking about it ever since.

We went to Dan Zanes last weekend and loved it. Jack in particular thought it was superb. He got to meet Dan afterwards and the little groupie was starstruck.
He's been singing Dan's songs pretty continuously ever since. Me thinks he's got his dad's music genes.






I am trying to stay creative and budget-conscious for the holidays. I'm knitting some snazzy scarves and felted bags and my little brother shall get some homemade Bose-knock off headphones via Instructables. Some lucky loved ones will receive a goat or maybe 1/2 a water buffalo from Heifer International. And if I had money to burn my husband could thank Mimi Smartypants for exposing me to this spooky primate. His office would go from drab to fab every time he did something to anger the Chimp.


Thursday, November 03, 2005

What happens when you tell a duck a joke?

He quacks up. (courtesy of Jack)



Where the hell have I been? I thought it had only been a couple of days since my last post but alas, my sense of time has always been a little wonky.

Today was the Free First Thursday for some of the Seattle museums so Jack and I braved the rain to go to the Burke Museum (It's small, i.e. saw everything in about 1/2 hour small.) and then the Museum of Flight which we found more entertaining.

It was a dark and stormy day so we took a raincheck to see the planes on the tarmac, but it would be worth a return trip.
I definitely see the appeal of flying. We're near Lake Union so on nice days float planes buzz over pretty frequently. I'd like to learn to fly someday- and what a place to do it! A bird's eye view of the mountains and sound would be incredible.

Speaking of aspirations... You Can Do It! The Merit Badge Handbook for Grown-Up Girls is a good read. It's got practical applications and advice for those secret things we pine to be (singer, rabblerouser, barnstormer...) It's cooler and less self-help than it sounds.

We're going to see Dan Zanes on Saturday and I'm excited. We're all excited. We're geeky like that.
I'm feeling nice and lighthearted right now. I was in dark hermit mode for a while and it's lifting.... mostly. I'd had some more skin surgery on my face and and it took longer to heal this time. I was feeling like I looked a lot better a couple of days ago when I saw a friend I hadn't seen for a while and the first thing she said was, "My God! Did you get in a car accident?" I guess the cuts weren't quite as healed as I thought. : I've had 100+ stitches 20-40 at a time on my face in the last couple of months so I was starting to get used to to the whole Frankenmama thing. I should be done with the major stuff for a while, so I can laugh about it. ha ha! Take that, tumor!

I never know what to say. If I say I have skin cancer people look so striken and then I have to babble about how I'm not dying and it's not one of those cancers blah blah blah. Then people freak out and say something random like, "My Uncle Bernie had testicular cancer." Alright. I tried to be vague and just say I had a "skin thing" but Sam says that sounds too "contagious and spooky." Soon the pink lines will go away and then I don't have to say anything at all.

I have a new story rattling around in my head that just keeps.... sitting there. No amount of procrastination or self doubt seems to be sending it to the land of forgotten prose at the back of my brain so I think it might be good, or at least draft-worthy.

I'm off to stain some pulp and write the old-fashioned way.