Friday, February 27, 2009
Today I achieved my goal: it brought in what I consider to be very nice amount ($1,950.00) for our elementary school and is the project that has brought in the highest amount of money this year.
I am happy its new owner will give it a special home.
My work here is done.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Really, pregnancy is a means to an end, to the ultimate reward: children, a family, spending your elder years surrounded by little people and big people who are somehow bound to you. As someone who has children, and loves them beyond the measure of words, I'd be happy for any socially responsible woman to share in the experience.
Here are some examples:
- One of my colleagues, a woman in her late 30s, recently got married. Her husband is one of ten. Although I have no indication of her maternal state whatsoever, I hope she's pregnant. I'd be thrilled to see her enjoy the sisterhood of the swollen ankles and sleepless nights as she's an exceptionally nice person and would make a great mother.
- Thing 2's soccer team was coached by a husband and wife this year. They had such a good time with the kids, and are such amazing parents to their own in a non-helicopter way, that I hoped she'd get pregnant again. And she did!
- My next door neighbor mentioned that they were considering having a third child. I hoped that they would. Fortunately they did about six months ago -- and now I have a sweet-smelling, snuggly baby next door to enjoy whenever I need an innocence fix.
- Thing 1's first grade teacher is married, in her early 30s, and does not yet have children. Clearly she likes children since she spends all day with them. I hope she's pregnant although I hope she does not go out on maternity leave before June 12.
I hope no one is saying this about me. Frankly, it's ROTFLMAO funny when people ask if we're planning to have more children. Hello? We have three. Have we not done our duty in producing offspring that may find the cure to cancer?
Please do not come to me if you're TTC and are running into some glitches. I have no special fertility powers, just good feelings for people who want to join the fun.
So, if you're wearing a baggy top and my gaze lingers at your midsection a bit too long, forgive me. Chances are that I'm pondering the question no one with good manners dares ask.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
But I took my car for service and my trusted mechanic told me that in all likelihood, I'd need a new transmission in the next 12 months. This on top of some thing in the steering column that needed a new piece and labor to the tune of $400. The time had come.
Here's the dilemma. We need another SUV. It suits our lifestyle. And we really want to buy a hybrid. It feels like the right thing to do. But when I test drove the hybrid SUV, I didn't fall in love with it. I fell in love with the glitzier non-hybrid SUV manufactured by another automaker.
I don't want to be a snob. Really I don't. I want to be a greenie. But do I want to settle when this is something I'll spend the next several years driving and will likely teach Eldest Daughter to drive in?
This just sucks. Stay tuned.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sprinkles is a cupcake experience. We went to the only Northern California outpost, which is at the Stanford Shopping Center, near her house. Cupcakes are made from Madagascar Bourbon vanilla, Belgian chocolate, real fruit and the like. The sprinkles come from France. They are made throughout the day, sort of like donuts, and they taste as good as they look. As a professional marketer, I do have to comment that the branding is just adorable. They achieved a high-end look of elegant sophistication, which is good since a cupcake will set you back $3.25 USD. As Neeracha predicted, the line was out the door when we arrived. Fortunately it moved quickly.
They come in many flavors and a different subset is made each day. On that day we were unimaginative and had all chocolate derivatives: chocolate coconut, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate. Next time Neeracha and I will leave the kids at home and go for the lemon ginger, strawberry and peanut butter chip. (We can justify three or four cupcakes with two people.)
Now that I think about it, Neeracha et al got Eldest Daughter Sprinkles Cupcake Mix and the SF Chronicle Cupcake Cookbook for her birthday a few years back. I'm happy to report that we've tried about half the recipes in the book, with much success, and that I've convinced Eldest Daughter that it's really my book, not hers.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
And because I can no longer handle the guilt of yanking the kids from school for family fun time, we left Friday at 2:30p. Remember the ugly drive I mentioned previously? It was pretty ugly. It took us nearly twice as long as usual to get to the mountains but at least we got there in one piece. DOT did a good job metering cars and surprisingly, we didn't see any accidents. I give my husband a lot of credit for remaining calm during some pretty scary road conditions.
SIL and her entourage arrived four hours later, after 11 hours in the car. By the time they got to the Sierras, even 4WDs were required to have chains on. We don't even own chains for our SUV; if the roads are that bad then that's a clear sign to me that we should not be on the road!
And so the nonstop party began. My brother and SIL from the Bay came up, too, so we switched off watching the little kids while a subset of us skied / boarded in the storm. Other cousins were also up from LA and staying across the street from us at Plumpjack. I was suitably irritated that they blew off meeting up with us. This particular cousin is a first cousin, not a sixth-cousin removed or some such, as is our Rabbi.
On Sunday it was snowing too hard for all but expert skiers to hit the slopes so we lazed around, played in the snow and went for a dip in the outdoor hot spa. At some point I made a scavenger hunt for the cousins and assorted neighbors. It kept them occupied for nearly two hours and included: a picture of them all in the big chair in The Village, a carrot with green stem attached, pennies of each year that they were born. The picture at the very bottom of this post is the little kids in search of a pine cone, which was on the list.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My father is very different when he's not with my mother, and Thing 2 is very different when she's not with her sisters. What a pleasure!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I have long been a stationery junkie. From Florence I brought home many kinds of hand-made stationery, some stamped, some swirled. In Bangkok I bought jade-colored notecards made of mulberry with golden images of the Grand Palace embossed on them.
At work, many people use composition books for note taking. I have done this since hanging my own shingle ten years ago. But I buy my comp books by the dozen overseas so they look like no one else's. The ones from Italy have Florentine paper or maps on them; the ones from France have French landmarks and fleur de lys. In Tokyo I bought ones with Hello Kitty covers. They make me happy!
This past year I have begun to buy cards for Bar or Bat Mitzvah's. I can't find ones to my taste and I don't do ugly cards. And then I remembered Denise. Crafty, creative Denise.
I just love Denise. We met in the unlikeliest of places: in the hallway outside radiology at the John Muir Medical Center, where we were both antepartum patients. She had been hospitalized a long time before me, and we became fast friends in spite of the fact we were both plied heavily with meds to deter pre-term labor. After Things 1 and 2 were born and in the NICU, I'd visit with her and she'd convince her nurses to let her come into the NICU with me. Her son and our twin daughters became fast friends after birth, and we saw them from time to time until they moved to Arizona.
Denise makes beautiful cards and she solved my uglies problem! The picture above is of some Valentine's Day Hang Tags she made. She also authors a sweet blog and on it is a link to where you can buy her paper goods.
Thanks, Denise, for making the world a prettier place!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Rosa started working for us again today. As you'll recall, Rosa is our former nanny of three years and, once our twins went to school full days, we no longer needed her.
But, we really do need her. And she is part of our family.
Yes, Dave and I are capable of keeping the house in order. The children can put all their puzzle pieces in the right boxes, return their Webkinz to a different cubby than their Build A Bears. They can put away their DVDs and Wii games. I can tidy their closets and remove clothes when they're outgrown or out of season. But, frankly, everyone prefers the way Rosa does it.
Thing 1 had a cough this morning and wanted to stay home from school. I let her, knowing that she would be thrilled to hang with Rosa, and Rosa with her. I know I stepped over the line by letting them go out to lunch but hey, you only live once. Besides, Rosa did Thing 1's hair in absolutely adorable French braids and she just had to go out and show it off.
It's been a great day!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Many people asked me why I took this on. Here's the skinny:
1. I enjoy quilting. There is something magical about the creative process, seeing fabric evolve into something meaningful, tweaking the elements until it's just right. (Here's a dirty little secret of mine: every one of the 30-something quilts I've made has one mistake it in. It just turns out that way. I never fix it because I consider it part of the charm. I actually thought this quilt might be the exception but then Thing 2 pointed my error out last night.)
2. I am competitive and hope that this brings in more money than any other class auction project this year. The thing is, the project itself is only part of the equation. It all depends whose child falls in love with it and if their parents have enough disposable income to procure it at any cost.
3. I've done class auction projects for my other two children's classes and so this makes things equal.
4. I want to contribute to our school's fiscal well-being.
And so it's done. I should sleep well tonight.