Friday, August 31, 2007

Suburban motherhood.

A few of the moms on the block are organizing the elementary school's fall picnic. I figured, what the hell, I might as well dive into volunteering for something - I've only heard about the planning and organization that goes into PTA events through rumor and happenstance.

Went to the planning meeting, these women are amazing! Organized and prepared, this picnic is going to be a blast. I'm in charge of trying to get drinks donated and to buy the cookies for dessert.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Sweden, local football.

Jeremy's off to Sweden to his brother's Ben's wedding, he took my camera so I'm photo-less for a few days. Mom and Dad are winging into town to keep us company.

The house that we are using right now is my parents, but it's not the house that I grew up in, it's a few miles away from the house I lived in when I went to high school. So we are in a different high school district. I went to Wootton, the high school down the streets is called Quince Orchard which wasn't even built when I went to high school.

Turns out Quince Orchard has the best football team in the county. Can you believe it? And the first game on Sept 9th is against Wootton. I might have to go and see my old high school get trounced (as usual).

Oh wait, I just remembered that a few years after I graduated, Wootton's high school football team did win, did they win States? Maybe. But the funny part of the story was that after an important win, our esteemed principle congratulated the team over the intercom and then proceeded tell the team to go to his office to grab some celebratory donuts and take the rest of the school day off. Hmmm, he got in a bit of hot water for that.

OK, wikipedeia is totally refuting my memory. Apparently when I was in high school, Wootton's football team was great, was I not paying attention?

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Happy Anniversary!

Nine years ago today, Jeremy and I got married. Thanks sweetie, for being my partner in this crazy adventure we call life. Smoochie!

For our anniversary, Jeremy took me grocery shopping at Whole Foods. Trust me, this is more romantic than it sounds. Since we've been unemployed, I have been very good and I have not stepped into this store (which is located about a quarter mile from the house) even once! Talk about willpower.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Secret Pal revealed.

So my secret pal is Carrie, over at We Do Not Have A Knitting Problem. Now that is a real knitting blog. Lots of projects and yarn and crafty goodness. Thank you for being such a great sock pal. I must endeavor to knit more and post more photos of knitting.

I went downtown for another job interview.

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Look at this light in Union Station. Just beautiful. I think the outfit is not bad. The pants could be hemmed a tad, or I could suck it up and wear higher heels.

It was one of the hardest interviews I've ever done. I'm usually pretty good at interviews but this one was a doozy. A panel of 5 people and a list of 20 formal questions. I'm not sure I got this job, but at least I got to spend time in a beautiful old building.

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Monday, August 27, 2007

The day I have been dreaming about for 5 years.

Edda gets on the bus.

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Vince gets on the bus.

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Parents par-tay! Hooray for us!

Last night, a friend of mine, Sue came by with her husband Ivan. I took a terrible photo, so I made it black and white to make it look a bit artsy.

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And finally, my secret sock pal sent me the most delicious package. Full of instructions, yarn and goodies. A few highlights:

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I have a good idea who my pal is, but I will post tomorrow since I'm beat. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I have a pair of magic loop socks in the near future planned.

Doris & Jeremy, Happy Anniversary


Doris & Jeremy, Happy Anniversary, from Mom & Dad.
I bought this bottle from Portland, Oregon and brought back to Aiken, SC. Will take it with me while driving back to Washington DC this weekend. Sorry, don't know how to make the picture upright.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Wedding.

I had a fabulous time at Ellen and Josh's wedding. Ellen is Jeremy's cousin, I introduced myself as Ellen's cousin-in-law. I thought Donald might have the most tenuous relationship with the bride and groom (he hadn't met either of them..) but we did meet the roommate of an ex-coworker which I think is much more indirect connection than the brother of a cousin-in-law.

I had a lot of fun. Here's the father of the bride dance. I'm such a bad night time photographer.

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Saturday, August 25, 2007

Our Day Without Doris

We are here at home and Doris is far away in California. But somehow we are surviving.

Yesterday was a busy day, with open houses at both kids' schools. Both schools look great and we are pretty much ready to go on Monday. Vince just has to remember his first PIN number so he can pay for his school lunch. We also made it to two playgrounds, one in the mall, and one in our favorite park. This morning we went for an early hike and Ruby took a dip in the creek. I think we may hide out indoors for the rest of the day, as it promises to be a scorcher. And tomorrow we are all reunited again.

Friday, August 24, 2007

Out in California.

I was up at 4 am and sneaking out of the house to catch a 6:30 am flight, I was surprised to see in my peripheral vision a massive TPing of our neighbor's house across the street!

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The suburban hoodlums are talented TPers, they got every tree and every bush on the property with each loop reaching the ground. Everything was fluttering in the early morning breeze.

I checked my luggage and glided through the airport without children, husband, stroller, diaper bags, DVD player, bananas, toys and Tylenol.

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Donald picked me up and showed me his new place. Fan-cy.

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We are walking up and down a lot of hills and eating a lot of snacks.

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Thursday, August 23, 2007

Scheduling.

Remember the kind-of-sort of job I got? Well, finally today I got the real offer with a start date, Sept 17th, a few days after I turn 35. First time in over 5 years I'll be a working stiff again. Oh, I should put that in a better light. I'm going to be the "provider"! Woo hoo! I'm making the kibble.

Edda's been going to PT, OT and speech therapies each once a week at this place that I like, it's about 20-25 minutes away from the house. One of the reasons I took the above said job is because it has really nice health insurance which will cover a lot of these expenses.

I hadn't really thought this whole thing trough carefully about scheduling the therapies, I was like, oh, Jeremy will take care of it or if he's working, we'll have to bite the bullet and hire someone to be at the house to drive Edda to her therapies. But then it occurred to me that based on the time Edda gets home from school and when Vince gets home from school, how long it takes to get to the therapy place, the fact that the therapy appointments fall on the hour and the fact that the therapy appointments are fully booked for pretty much all after school appointments that it is physically impossible for one person to take care of the 2 kids and go to these appointments. If we were both working, we would have to hire 2 people and pray that we get either a 3 or 4 pm slot, which are pretty much fully booked at this time anyways. Hmmm. A conundrum.

I'm not worried. We are going to figure this out. Thank goodness we don't have 7 kids. What would I do?

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Wrinkled Jeremy.

Death of a Mixer.

Tonight, I made some scrumptious blueberry muffins for the bridge party tomorrow. (Thanks Ja$ for the recipe.) I dutifully mixed together the dry ingredients. I put all the wet ingredients together. Dumped the wet into the dry and went to turn on my beloverd KitchenAid mixer that Doris and Jeremy gave me when they left California, and sadly, nothing.

No LED light. No nothing. :(

I tried another outlet, but to no avail. I guess it got trashed in the move somehow. I'm sad.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Quiet on the home front.

Stayed in our pajamas most of the day and watched the rain fall and the temperatures stay in the low 60s. It's as if someone flipped a switch and it's no longer summer.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Busy summer weekend.

Started at home with Pua pua visiting.

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Then we went on a road trip to upstate NY to the other set of grandparents.

Rest stop action.

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The next day, we explored Tivoli, NY. They have a new yarn shop (Fabulous Yarns, fabulously expensive and closed).

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Ruby tried out the dog hitch in front of the post office.

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Vince and Edda had loads of friends come over.

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Kiki found this lawn croquet set.

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Edda loved kicking the balls through the hoops.

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Spent Sunday afternoon at the New Brunswick, NJ Rett Clinic. Saw some doctors and nutritionists, gave them all of Edda's medical records. Met oodles of other girls with Rett Syndrome. Vince was great waiting in the waiting area for more than 4 hours.

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Took over 6 hours to get home on 95, we got home at midnight. Did not learn our lesson, avoid 95 at all costs. Poor Ruby got to spend 12 hours in the back of our station wagon.

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Heaven.

OMG. I've been dying for one of these. I have found the most wonderful bakery in my neighborhood. Almond croissants are simply heavenly.

Laff.

I have found the most wonderful blog. Only cycling geeks need apply. *cough* Charles *cough*.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Nothing much continues.

A lot of the interesting stuff that is happening these days is job stuff which I know I'm not suppose to blog about in detail. But our days tend to go like this:

1. Wake up
2. Turn on TV for the kids
3. Try and make Vince eat something for breakfast - but he can't eat in front of the TV even though it's on. I know, tough.
4. Drive Vince to camp.
5. Computer/phone/paperwork time (9 am - 3:30 pm) or playing online Scrabble if fed up with job prospects or celebrating a nice email or phone call from a person who might give us money in exchange for some labor. (Jeremy celebrates with a fruit Popsicle and researching electronic gadgetry on the web and I indulge with a useless trip to Target - window shopping only.)
6. Some therapy appointments for Edda.
7. Get Vince.
8. Eat dinner.
9. Go to bed.

Nothing exciting, we are still unemployed and unpaid. (Notice TV never turns off, we have gone over to the dark side.)

Look, I put on some office clothes today.

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I look 3 months pregnant in this outfit and what's with the bohemian bag with the leather briefcase? Sigh. I need to find me some fashion sense.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Bloggers block.

I really want to back down from daily blogging, but I have done it for so long now, it's a hard habit to quit. There just isn't that much to blog about.

Mom & Cooking :)

Since my cooking isn't that good compared to Mom's and there is no improvement in sight, I would like Mom to do the cooking instead of alternating between us. Mom said okay if I go public. Here it is, Mom :)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Figs and light.

Mom! The figs are ripening!

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Light during the golden hour.

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Monday, August 13, 2007

I've forgotten.

I went to Edda's school today for a parent orientation. Stuff like what to bring on the first day of school, who to call to get status on a bus route, snack fees, etc. No big deal. I think I won't have time to do much more of this soon and I am generally more patient than Jeremy about these things, so I went for the hour-long talk. There were 5 other parents there - dragged in during lunch time on Monday and we all sat there dutifully with pens poised over Xeroxed sheets ready to fill out details of our child's life.

It has been a while since I've been around a group of people with special-needs kids. Actually, it has been a long time since I've been around a group of parents at all. I get a little tense and overwrought in a group where the focus is primarily the kids. I don't know why, I just do.

Of course - most of the kids in Edda's school are autistic - no surprise there. The after-meeting conversations head towards GFCF - soy free diets (no wheat/no dairy/no soy for the uninitiated), biomedical interventions (mega Vitamin A doses and metal chelation to leech out heavy metals) and various benefits of ABA, etc. One mom had even purchased a hyperbaric chamber (!) for use in their home and said that it has worked wonders for her kid.

Am I doing enough for Edda? My expectations remain high for her - we've gotten her into the "right" school and have good private therapists and we are doing some things at home, she's having an active and well rounded life with family and friends. But I haven't put her on a restricted diet, I haven't done 40 hours/week of ABA, I haven't purchase my own pressurized oxygen chamber.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Sunday.

Went for a hike today.

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We were suppose to find the rock that was the centerpoint for the film - The Blair Witch Project - it was filmed right on our hiking trail. I've never seen the movie and don't intend to, so I wasn't dead set on finding it which was great because we didn't.

Went wading.

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So did Ruby.

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Jeremy and Vince delittered the trail. Found the normal beer bottles, Coke cans, dirty underwear, rusted BBQ grill and oddly enough, packets of morning glory seeds clearly opened and tossed aside on the trail. Why would someone plant morning glory seeds and then litter the forest floor with the seed packets? Weird.

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Progress on the sweater. I'm having a tough time with my photography these days. I can't do a closeup on this yarn cabling detail at all. It all washes out into a sea of fuzzy red. So I'm posting a regular project-on-a-sofa picture.

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I wasn't the only one doing a home-ec project.

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Saturday, August 11, 2007

Going to the mall.

Beautiful weekend. Headed downtown for some free museum/monument tourist action.

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Lots of low light in the museum, the only things that would stay still long enough for me to get a photo were the dinosaurs. I think this diorama must have been around when I was a kid. Grrrr, roar! Slash, bite!

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Ahh, the discovery room.

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Jeremy and I decided that instead of having another kid, we'll just adopt this anteater and he will live off of the ants in our kitchen. Ruby will have to share her crate.

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Friday, August 10, 2007

Friend in the City!

Yea! I made a friend in the city! Laff.

Stan, a dude who did the tri with me, We went swimming in south bay with Yi-Ling. And then he drove me, and my bike home to SF, where we hung out, talked about life, and we ate at The Grubstake. I got to try a place on my list!! woo hoo! The Grubstake is a half American diner, with a Portugeuse menu also. Not bad. Good apple pie. I didn't get to sample the Portugeuse stuff, cause it takes an extra 20 minutes to make. I found the restaurant on my favorite podcast, Check Please, Bay Area, by our friends at KQED.

I like Stan. We talked about a whoke mess of things. Girls, job, life. It almost feels like we've known each other for a long time. It's great!

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Ants.

The ants are taking over the house. Jeremy is not happy.

I started teaching Edda the alphabet. I have no freaking idea if she's getting it or not, but what the hell - other parents say their daughters can read so what do I have to lose? This was the same time I taught Vince the alphabet. (I also just got tired of buying toys for 6-month-olds.)

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Mattress Blues...

I was thinking about buying a loft for my room. This way, I could keep my futon, and roll it out when guests stay over. But I'm sorta stuck on what size mattress to get. Really, I want a full, but it's only 75" long. And being 72" tall, I think that's going to be a bit too short for me. So I suppose the only options are a Twin XL or a Queen. Who wants a twin these days? But I most definitely don't want a Queen - it's waaay too wide. So I'm stuck.

I'm left thinking, I'm not even that tall. What do the people who are 6'3", 6'5" do? I guess California King, but really, isn't that super overkill for a single person?

Frying an egg on the sidewalk, part 2

Buttering the asphalt.

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Cracking the egg. Vince insisted on wearing his fuzzy slippers. Go figure.

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Voila. Fried egg. Kind of.

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View.


This is the view from my window. You can make out Twin Peaks there peeking thru the fog...

Well. That was fast.

I got my first parking ticket today. Well. That blows. Reminder to self, Don't play with fire, if you don't know the exact time of the street cleaning, repark your car the day before, not day of.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Is it hot enough to fry an egg?

I have been in a foul mood since Friday night. Just tired and moody and on-edge. I knew it was going to be a rough patch when Jeremy and I started arguing about our Verizon service on Friday. Whenever we both are down, it's Verizon who gets the heat. Last year, while we were in the midst of Edda's diagnosis drama, Jeremy spent 4 months arguing (from Singapore!) a $400+ cell phone bill down to a $2 credit. He actually danced around the apartment gleefully yelling, "They owe me money!" and perhaps doing a little happy dance.

So when Friday night started with a complaint about how my cell phone sucks because the little microphone needs to be in the exact right place or else he can't hear me and we have to get our money back/return the phone/buy a replacement phone/be mad at each other for throwing the original packaging out, etc. etc, I knew it was a bad start to the weekend. And once I'm in a bad mood, I think I'm never going to get out of it and well remain forever a grumpy, angry lump of a person. But today, thankfully at about 8:30 am, for no particular reason, I felt much better and I'm glad to say that I'm done with grumpiness at least for a little while.

The DC area is suppose to be hitting all time highs today and tomorrow. I was assured on many web pages that as long as it was hotter than 95F, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. So we tried.

Look, Jeremy's barefoot on the black asphalt. Not a good egg-frying sign.

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Vince, master egg breaker. (Where's Edda? She's the smart one, inside with the AC on)

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We left it out for at least an hour.

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Nothing. Maybe a little congealing, but nothing I would eat.

We will try again tomorrow. Maybe.

Kouign-amann, pancake practice, bacon.

Ohhhh, I love these Kouign-amann.  It's like a croissant covered in a crunchy sugar coating. I'm eating poorly these days, snackin...