Showing posts with label 12. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 12. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2015

September 19, 2015



Not wanting to oversleep for Maggie’s big day, I woke up intermittently; checking the time to make sure it wasn’t too late.  This has always been a big fear of mine, being too late, though I can’t recollect it actually happening.  Yet.  There was a lot to do…bake the pies.  Ok, well, really just bake the pies, but I also managed to clean the bathroom somewhat.  I have forgotten how to clean.  I think a large part of that is being on my own and not “having to keep the house clean” for a husband – not that it was ever a requirement from L, but as a female, we are raised with that position being whispered into our souls…”take care of the house and the children.”  I gave up that role.  I made sure the girls were up by 10 because we were leaving in an hour to meet at the park ‘n ride to collect the rest of the crew.
We headed to the roller-skating rink.  L was ahead of us since we had to wait for a couple of girls. 

It was very interesting once everyone was there:  the 7th graders skated..the 8th graders wanted to talk with each other and socialize.  It is so cool to watch the interesting developmental aspects of these girls by just a grade.  Ethan had his friend Michael there.  Poor guy.  I think I freak him out.  Ethan was out skating so I’d talk to Michael and one point he flat out got up and moved away from me and sat by the girls.  I guess I need to learn boundaries with this kid.  The thing is – if he jokes around, I’m going to joke back.  I think everyone had fun.  At two we headed over to the mall and parked.  One of the coolest things ever was trudging through JC Penney with a cooler.  The looks the girls got from some of the people!  The rad thing is that I was the one who came up with this, but since I was the grown-up, I got to tell them to do it.  I bought the girl’s a corn dog and drinks (which cost more than the corn dog).  When it was time for pie-singing and candles, I wanted to check with someone at the mall first.  Heaven forbid we have security surrounding us with flashlights or walkie-talkie.  I found a sweet grandmother who was cleaning tables and she said to go for it – she didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, so I put the long sparkler candles in and we started singing as the candles would keep leaning.  There we were in the food court at Sunrise Mall, with a few diners joining in..applause after, and one lady came over to tell me how cool that was.  Super awesome.  Next time I’d want shorter candles that can hole their own for a few minutes.

Parents came to pick up girls at 3:30-4:00 and L took the rest home.  That meant I would be spending some time at the mall while Maggie and her friend walked around.  I found a comfy chair and did some people watching.  I overheard convo between a security guard telling a store clerk about a “dicey situation” with a dreadlocked dude.  I shared a smile with the happiest baby face I have seen in some time.  I looked at so many people and saw what our food is doing to us – because really.  Look back in pictures 30-40 years ago:  people are slim, because they prepared/cooked their own food and I’m sure what we put in the food wasn’t quite as bad. It’s a shady thing in this country – the FDA admits on its own, there is no way to check the safety of much what is put into foods.  Well, shoot – just look at us.  A top 3 reason of why I want to get the hell out of this country.        http//:www.washingtonpost.com/national/food-additives-on-the-rise-as-fda-scrutiny-wanes/2014/08/17/828e9bf8-1cb2-11e4-ab7b-696c295ddfd1_story.html

The headed back just as my stomach was beginning to lose patience with me.  Jake would be proud, I had no desire to eat any of the mall food and had dined on, what else, spinach and eggs for breakfast around 8:30.  It was close to 5 and, out of mutual agreement, Chenoa and I decided we had to introduce Maggie to KP Marketplace.  We headed to the beautifully culturally mixed market – with so many people of different ethnicities and backgrounds.  I like this place because it’s so “multi-culti” as Tanti used to say .  We all enjoyed a bento box – I cleared mine out, even the spicy kimchi.  Very good. Then we walked around the store where Maggie chose a box of fine Latvian chocolate.  Chenoa persuaded us to try an Asian dessert – I’m not sure if it is Korean or Japanese, or what – but I believe it is called dorayaki.  I can’t remember.  Mags and I tried it in the car – it is not really my style, but then I haven’t been raised on it and my palate isn’t trained for such a taste.  Still – what a marvelous adventure!!




Last but not least, we headed to the drive in to watch The Scorch Trials.  We found out little spot in the back and once the movie started, I traded spots with the girls and let them sit up front.  What a freaky feeling:  it won’t be too long until this is actually happening.  Yikes.  I chatted with my friend Jenni- then I laid down for a bit since I was not too interested in this movie.  I decided to go grab a small popcorn in the snack bar area and as I was walking back with the movies playing on the screens, then seeing a swing-set, I felt like I was on the  movie set of "Grease" and wanted to start singing “Sandy.”  Folks pulled up next to use about half way into the movie and were out talking on their cellphone very loudly and at one point I got out and asked them if they could please keep it down – that we were trying to finish the movie.  I think I scared them a little (although I could have easily been jumped by them).  I’m just so damn tired of the inconsiderate people.  Headed back and dropped off sweet C before bringing Mags back home.    Noticed the dogs were excited about a mouse, so it seems more steel wool is on the agenda. 



Pictures:  Maggie's 12th birthday celebration:  First at Rollerland; Sunrise mall; The drive in.  This makes twice for me and both times with my girl. :)

Monday, September 14, 2015

September 14, 2015



This morning was unlike any other: that alarm went off and I was OUT of bed (without really remembering why, I just knew it was imperative that I HUSTLE!).  By the time I stumbled into the kitchen I remembered I had cinnamon rolls to bake and got going.  It really wasn't tough at all…it’s that hours of rising-time that got me.  "Ain’t nobody got time for ‘dat!"  They had 15 minutes to get their act together.  I knew that temperature was a catalyst here, so I boosted the temp from 200 to 500 (double time, right?) while I cleared the ridiculous counter-top which was no longer clean.  Maggie is going to disown me, I know.  I whipped up the rolls, threw them (scrunched far too tightly) into the glass pie dish and sipped coffee.  Or maybe I threw together the glaze, who knows.  I know my dad’s ashes were rolling over.  His Parisian chef skill will never be mine, much to my dismay.Today is also Brandon's birthday.  My firstborn child is 23 years old.  He is older now than when I had him.  It's such a gift to be in constant communication with him.<3 br="">
I had simultaneously been making bacon because I doubted the rolls would come out as desired.  Maggie’s card was filled out, her flowers were prepped, milk was poured, I whispered loudly for Ethan and I headed into her room, singing ever so…silently?  Celabratorily? Who cares.  My baby was 12.  Her last Tween year.  I completely forgot about the balloon I had purchased last night (hiding everything in Ethan’s closet, including the cream cheese, overnight), so I ran to grab and…noticed…it read “Thank you.”    Huh??  It said Happy birthday yesterday, didn’t it?  Of course, I had run so quickly from the aisle where my items where waiting, all self-checked out, grabbed a card (it was an appropriate “Daughter birthday card”, no worries) and a balloon, which I thought read “Happy birthday!!”  Oh well.  Thank you for coming out of my vagina, Maggie!!    Mags was happy, the rolls tasted great but had no “Floof!” (next time, I’ll let them rise appropriately), and off to school we rolled.




Once at home, I GOT BUSY with my paper.  Somehow flying out of bed pumped me full of attitude and get-to-it-iveness.  For a strong two hours, I was writing and reading when I got a phone call from Ethan that he had forgotten his lunch, which I knew as I had seen it.  I had asked him if he’d packed it and he had insisted yes, but…  I had to drop something off for L at the school, anyway, soooo….off I went.  In the last 2 or so days, I’ve been thinking, hmmm.  It would be nice to be in a relationship again, to feel that pitter-patter of my heart.  Then, on days like today,  it hits me.  No.  Because even though we are divorced, I still do ALL of the child caring in terms of doctors and dentists and school, and appointments, and , and, and.  I do not need a 4th child.  Where is this “partner”?? Who has that???  Humph.  Vent over.  Thank you.  Home again and back to my paper…it was go-go-go until I realized my client would be in CP soon, so I headed off and…what a delightful site/client/colleagues.  My client is progressing nicely…gotta work on that self-esteem, but doing nicely.  Sweet child…

At home, I dove back into work.  A couple of hours later I heard the subtle sound of drops falling ever so peacefully. The scent accompanied it and ohhh, how I have missed this.  I grabbed the dogs, (no leashes or anything) and headed out, braless myself, but who gives a damn – it was time for everyone to run loose.  We hit the parka and got busy with the basketball.  More people came out today than I expected.  Being copped up in the smoky air must be why; the fresh rain-scented air was glorious and Mabi ran to her heart’s delight.  At one point Annie ran off to explore.  I do worry sometimes because so many thing she is a cute little beagle and she is so friendly, but after 10 minutes, she came back.

At home, I made horrid dinner of grated sweet potato, spinach and egg.  Jake better appreciate this.  Actually, I will appreciate this when my body feels better.  A week without kids gives me enough time to get my “Blah” taste buds back.  After I ate, I finished up my paper.  The formatting drove me crazier than anything, but I think I’m good.  After I get/learn/discover my student ID number, I’m good to go.  Just have to hustle with my personal hours now.  I think I still need 13.  Spoke with sister tonight on face-time and fell in love all over again with my little niece.  Seriously, North Carolina would be an option if it wasn’t for this Switzerland thing.

Pics 'n flicks; Maggie is 12!!!; Bernie Sanders & Black Flag.  Yes;  The beautiful park; In honor of Jake: "Oh Lord Jesus, It's a fire..."  Yes, it is.