Showing posts from March, 2008

I'll Never Learn!

We have the girls' portraits taken professionally *cough, cough* once a year. Well, are they really taken by professional photographers at our local mall studio, no. The photographers at this particular mall location, is staffed by a group of young adults, post-high school, but not quite grown up. Sometimes that can work in your favor. Other times it's a disaster.

Funny thing about this photo studio chain, they don't hire professionals, but they charge decent prices. Interesting. This should be warning sign number one.

Basically I take so many pictures through out the year, that I can only justify the studio experience annually. Plus, honestly I can't handle the stress of the whole experience. Pick a time that would work for "happy faces", have the kids fed, hope they cooperate, pray the random person clicking the photos has done this for longer than a week.

So yesterday was the big day. We went to the mall, made the appointment for a time I thought would work b…

Where's The Eat?

There has been plenty of play and love going around this blog, but it seems as if I've been neglecting the Eating. On some random evening this past week, I requested we have burgers for dinner this weekend.

The hubby makes yummy burgers. We eat a ton of chicken and turkey around here, so occasionally my body wants beef. We succumb to those cravings maybe a couple times a month, and mind you I am probably on the cusp of PMSing, for I am sure my friend will arrive sooner than later. Call it intuition. Request burgers, arrive monthly friend with in a few days.

Here's the funny part about the burgers we had yesterday. They were so delicious, I was completely lured in and seduced by the aromas flowing from the kitchen that I forgot to capture a photo of the burger love. J said that would have been a good picture for your blog. I started laughing and told him, I know, too bad I was entranced by the burger to capture a before shot.

So here's what went into the Burger of Love:

Earth Hour 2008

If you haven't heard about this global event taking place tomorrow, check out this link. Hey if McDonald's can do it, so can you. I look forward to some down time, embracing my neurosis about shutting off lights, and burning some candles which have been sitting around collecting dust.

Here's the premise, turn off your lights at 8 pm tomorrow night for one hour, you know you want to be a part of it.

Who knows it may just turn into a romantic evening, fancy that. Husbands, you can thank me later.

Thursday Thirteen

When I finally received a letter from the University of Colorado yesterday in the mail, I first looked at the envelope carefully. My heart raced a bit. I thought to myself, this is it, here it is. My acceptance or my denial into Graduate School.

The letter was a "sort of" acceptance letter, it was from the School of Education informing me that the have recommended my acceptance to the University's Graduate School. Bottom line, The School of Ed gave me the thumbs up, now the University has to decide if it wants my money.

Here are 13 thoughts that went through my mind, after reading my Almost-Accepted letter:

1. Would the Graduate School actually deny me? I mean after all, I AM ALUMNI. I am still paying for my undergraduate degree.

2. Should I get a gun permit? The climate of University campuses has changed oh ever so slightly since my departure in 99. In the back of my mind, I fear my safety. I wonder if it's worth it.

3. I re-read the paragraph in the letter that mentions…

3 Moms, 5 Kids, & The Local News

Meeting up with some friends for a hike is a perfect way to spend a beautiful Colorado day. We can brag our back yard is home to some of the most famous scenic landscapes of Colorado, one of which is Chautauqua Park in Boulder.

Basically the plan was to hike, eat some lunch, and play at the park. What we didn’t anticipate was getting interviewed for the local news. Now, I am not sure about you, but when I go on hikes, typically I am not dolled up from head to toe. Although, a cultural norm in Boulder is to be very stylish in outdoor gear even on the trails, typically with Pata-Gucci (aka- Patagonia) as we jokingly refer to it, or any brand name yoga/work out gear.

But, because I knew my friends were not anticipating me, all matchy-matchy in my $150 hiking outfit, I threw on something comfortable. The only prerequisite for me was putting on a shirt that was long enough so that it didn’t ride up when GL was in the backpack. Yeah, exposing my belly is where I draw the line. Funny enough, I…

What Makes Me Different-Vol 6

Oh just for the fun of it, my monthly What Makes Me Different Post is featuring photos. Yes, too much time on my hands. A little nap with the girls, left me with tons of energy in the wee hours of the morning.

My favorite children's cartoon is Charlie and Lola. Pink milk, Soren Lorenson, & all sorts of fun, just keeps me as tuned in as my 4 year old.

My daily caffeine fix does not come from coffee.I've always loved tea. I am particularly fond of 3rd Street Chai,produced locally in Boulder. I recently printed out some recipes to make chai, we'll see how it turns out.

Wednesday evenings, you can find me on the couch watching Top Chef Season 4. Love it.

Both of my daughters have Italian first names.

My oldest daughter's name means Star in Italian. Boy, we couldn't have picked a more perfect name for my little performer.

My second born daughter's name means Jade in Italian. This gem is regarded as a symbol of the good, the beautiful and the precious.

I can't seem…

Super Dad!?!

On Saturday, my husband took both girls out for a few hours. Of course, I stayed home to eat Bon-Bons on the couch and get a massage (in my dreams). More like, I cleaned the place with out distraction, just how I like it.

My hubby first took the girls to the annual Easter Egg free-for-all at a local toy shop. They load the eggs with money to spend at the shop. We both agreed it's quite the lucrative deal for them, spend some cash on plastic eggs, fill it with pennies to the dollar, and watch droves of children pour into the store to spend their parents cash.

After the big Egg Extravaganza, my hubby headed off to Whole Foods with a decent list in hand. Of course the place was a zoo, rarely will you find the Whole Foods in Boulder empty, not to mention the Saturday before a holiday. During my husband's shopping trip, he was surprised by some comments that were made to him by strangers. About three or four times, other people shopping commented to him about "having his hands f…

meet BABKA

AAh..Babka. Does the name sound familiar? Maybe if you are a Seinfeld fan. Or maybe if you have known me long enough, you know Babka always appears right around Easter time. I love Babka. Babka is the essence of Easter and family tradition for me. Let's just say it wouldn't quite be Easter with out a loaf of Babka on the table.

Babka is Polish Easter Bread. It's origins stem from Eastern Poland. Every year around Easter, my parents head down to the local Polish Bakery (non-existent in my neck of the woods) wait in long flowing lines that circle the block, and package up some Babka to ship out from New York to Colorado. I love them for doing it. I don't think it would be Easter with out a loaf of Babka.

So what exactly is Babka? It's light, eggy, sweet bread, laced with golden raisins. The crust typically has a milder and less sweet taste. There are many types of Babka, but we only eat the traditional variety. Sometimes my mother will refer to it as Poska as well, w…

POTTERY (apparently I bought the entire) BARN

Through out my organizing, cleaning, and weeding out phase last week, I made a purchase at Pottery Barn Kids. I don't know exactly how many forests PB has killed in order to send out their 150 page catalog weekly, but the barrage tactics finally worked on me. I do like their stuff, I wish it was a bit more affordable considering the majority of their goods are made over seas, yes the dreadful other side of the Pacific. What they offer really did fit my needs and I couldn't find anything I liked better.

I thought these totes would be perfect to store stuffed animals and random toys, that have a hard time fitting into baskets and staying on shelves. Just throw them in the tote approach was what I was going for. This is the original photo from the catalog, I decided to go with the large tote, for good measure. I looked at the details and thought I was right in the ballpark of what I needed.
Well, yesterday the totes arrived. Now mind you, I had them personalized so they are not ret…

Holy Code Batman

Well, the spring Blog cleaning has occurred. I've been wanting to get a decent blog header since the inception of this blog, with out giving up the dots template. Glory Be To..whatever random code I punched in, it worked! And..thanks to Tootsie Farklepants for guiding me to Picnik. I won't go into detail how long it took me to decide on a font and color to go with the photo. Let's just say it's past midnight.

But, I could almost sing a glorious tune right now!

Bento Practice

When my husband returned from Japan last year with a bento for Sj, it seemed so small for a lunch box to me. I thought it was better for a snack. But now that I have discovered the world of bento lunches, I understand my American viewpoint lead me to believe the bento was too small. Really, the bentos are perfect, if you just think of lunches with a new perspective.

Sj went to lunch bunch today at preschool, even though it's not a normal school day for her. It's funny, I never seem to be well stocked on the days she needs her lunch made for her, which is about once a month. Of course her school is nut free, so PB&J was out of the question, I didn't really have any good sandwich fixings, so I had to take a different route.

We had left over waffles from breakfast this morning, so I let what I had on hand guide me to fill her bento. The contents of this bento were, blood oranges, cheddar cheese, raisins, with a touch of dry teddy cereal in the top compartment. The bottom s…

Seriously *ADULT* Election Humor

Well, the Onion speaks for itself in the media world really. They have a division online now called Onn, with some satirical 24 hour news channel coverage.

This link should be watched in adult company only. I contemplated the appropriateness of posting this vs. emailing it out to friends. I guess i'm feeling risky today. I'm so fed up with all the media SPIN, a little humor provides the distraction I need right about now. So enjoy or be offended.

Poll: Bullshit Is Most Important Issue For 2008 Voters

And..Can I Forget This Moment?

I noticed a rather unusual stain on my bedroom sheets. I know eew and how random? Yes, I even sniffed it under further investigation. No noticeable odor. It seemed as if some juice or tea had been spilled down the side onto my bedskirt, at the foot of my bed. Hmmm...To top it off, I was pretty annoyed that I actually have to remove, wash, and iron the bedskirt. It looks awful if I don't iron it. I couldn't think of a time the girls would have brought juice into the bedroom. So, I go to the last suspect, the husband.

Me: Did you see this totally random stain down the sheets onto the bedskirt?

Hubby: Oh, that's beer. GL was diving off our bed and I had my beer in my hand, it spilled when I was catching her.

Me: So, you didn't take the sheets off when you did it? YOU are going to get the fun job of dealing with the bedskirt.

Hubby: no response.

And, as you can imagine, no follow up with the laundering of the beer stained sheets either.

Can I Freeze This Moment?

Sometimes I just feel the urge to capture a conversation with Sj. Last night we were having dinner before J returned home from his trip (after bedtime of course!). Obviously I was showing the signs of wear and tear of being on duty for the last week. We all have those moments with our children, when you just want to freeze in time how precious they really are.

Sj: Mom who do you want to be on Fairytopia?

Me:I want to be the tired mommy fairy that naps on the couch!

Sj: Ok, we can do that. I can put Sissy to sleep, but wait I don't have the num-nums as she points to her chest. That's ok, right? I can rock her and sing her a lullaby.

Me: Sounds wonderful, shall we start now.

Sj: I'll clean the floors and take care of everything. You can just relax and get your beauty rest.

Me: Beauty rest, huh? How thoughtful, I need some beauty rest, maybe if I slept until June we would notice a difference.

Now she's on a roll, I just can't seem to slow down the wheels that are turning in …

The Last Few Days

[The lovely grey tone in this photo is compliments of the "milky" sky.]
As I lay in my bed enjoying a quiet moment, I could feel a cold draft flow over my body. Even with new double pane windows the air seems to sneak it's way inside. The draft has become all too familiar in the wintertime, it's my signal that once again the unpredictable Colorado weather has changed dramatically.

I wasn't anticipating a storm this evening. My curiosity prompted me to take a closer inspection. As I separated the wooden blinds my eyes could see the light reflecting off of the snow flakes. Pure, fluffy, sparkling white Colorado snow. Mother Nature is sneaking a little snowstorm in, as the last few days of winter are upon us.

In our family, snow equals play. Fun, bundled up, energetic, warm spirited play. Time to get suited up, the front yard is anticipating the arrival of some snow angels.

2 Girls Racing...


oh how two little girls can fill a house...

Baskets are Brimming

Oh the tides have turned. I should be snapping pictures because they are sure as hell going to last longer! Yes, my house is tidy. All the rubbermaid bins are back in action. They were quite lonely and a few had lids strewn in other random rooms of the house. How exactly does that happen? All my decorative baskets are brimming with Barbies, ponies, puzzles, games, toddler toys, craft supplies...on and on! I actually feel giddy when things are where they belong, categorized, and put away.

I use the laundry basket method to get all of our (well actually the GIRLS) things back to their appropriate spot. I started in the playroom on the very bottom level, had one up to bedroom basket, one "going to disappear basket", and of course one trash can handy. Finally, I worked my way through from the playroom, to the living room, to the girls' bedroom. What a day.

After it was all said and done, I just wanted to sit back, have a cold iced tea, and enjoy the view. But instead what fe…

Remove Your Hand From The Candy Dish

Maybe it's time to invest in a scale, for I cannot put a number to my current weight. I've always gone with the how do my jeans fit rule? Jeans a little snug-need to drop a few pounds, jeans a little loose by lunch-doing just fine.

February was a bit of a set back, I started feeling more of the jeans are somewhat of a squeeze to get into. Oh and don't turn around because that may just be a muffin top gracing your lower back. Yeah.

Well, in my defense, I had a traveling husband, which leaves me to my no one is watching devices. And on top of that, I had company. The type of company that cooks morning, noon, and night. Even worse, it's the cooking I so often crave, the cooking that is indulgent, the cooking I can only handle a few times a year. Then there was a birthday with a five course meal and a friend who conveniently dropped by 4, yes FOUR boxes of girl scout cookies, out of the goodness in her heart.

Yes, pull the jeans up really, really hard over the thighs, and bre…


So, my blogging pal, who just happens to live like oh so close to me over at Never a Dull Moment challenged me to write a six word memoir. Six word memoir..that's crazy! Anyway, I think I completely missed the mark and if it were to be graded by someone I see a C+( which is being generous) at the top of the page.

But, of course I took a shot. So here they are:

Dreamer barely keeping it all together.

Wears a smile for sanity's sake.

The happy Jane of all trades.

Ready to learn, ready to love.

and lastly-- this one is a joke from the last year Oprah-James Fry memoir-kind-of scandal:

Just yanked out my abscessed tooth.

Maybe this limit of 6 words would be a good place to take the blog. Short and Sweet. So to any of my blogging friends that want the challenge, I say go for it, you know you want to give it a shot!


If you've ever happened upon Fly Lady you know C.H.A.O.S. stands for Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome. Meaning, you're place is a total mess and you wouldn't let the police in with a warrant.

I've been getting the Fly Lady emails faithfully for years. I've never put on my shoes in the morning or shined my sink before bed. Occasionally I get in the mood to see what the ladies are up to, so I keep myself on the list. Plus, I think of it as a life line, someday I may just delve deep into their cleaning house philosophies. I know some people that swear by it.

So back to my C.H.A.O.S. I'm not sure what's going on with me. I've become comfortable in my mess, well our mess. I was at a meeting the other night and I came home to my hubby cooking a pot roast at 9pm (for us to have the next day for dinner). When I looked at him, happily in the kitchen zone, I realized I've been slacking on the job. I don't think I am taking my home executive position se…

Thank You Easter Bunny, Bawk-Bawk!!

As we were heading over to the mall to get our annual photo with the Easter Bunny, our conversation went a little like this:

Sj: Oh boy, I can't decide what to tell the Easter Bunny to bring me for Easter this year.

Me: Umm, the Easter Bunny doesn't take requests, that's Santa silly girl. Plus, he only brings candy. Yummy candy.

Sj: But, remember one year, he brought me a dvd, sticker book, and even a princess dress up.

Me: You are absolutely right, but the Easter Bunny brought you those things because you were too little for candy.

Sj: Oh- for reals?

Funny enough when we arrived at the Easter Bunny, the photo woman told Sj that the Easter Bunny has never said a word to her and that the E.B. doesn't talk, but maybe he'll say something to her. Well, we didn't hear a word. And there were no personal requests, thank goodness. GL was very into the E.B. until it came time to actually be held by the bunny, yes those are my arms in the photo, she wasn't having it. Of co…

Beware Of the ENEMY!!!

Here are a few things I just have to get out, which may not be censored. These are personal views and NO, I did not go to great lengths to research all of this information. I read, I watched, and now I have a quick moment to respond.

Was is not just last week the media was over-reporting, Barack Obama was a closet Muslim (with potential extremist ties) complete with schooling in South East Asia at a ripe impressionable age?

Fast forward to Fox News Today: Hannity went into full details on Obama being a member of some Racist Christian Church in Chicago. The minister is taking heat for his stance on race and trying to embrace his community. Oh, and this same minister “advises” Obama. OOOh…watch out America, Fox News has your back.

I hope their future specials feature an insider’s perspective of Clinton and McCain’s churches, because “I” being the informed voter that I am, really do give a shit about their hype and SPIN. And, remember that old outdated notion of Separation of Church and …

Does 9 to 5 Exist?

My darling and dear husband has a very unique job. One of the most important aspects of his job is to chase snow. If the snow is good somewhere on Earth (seriously!), he has to know about it. Then, he has to work double time to get a crew of folks there, possibly including himself, at just the right time.

*Snowmen in Hakuba, Japan-- taken by my hubby on his latest trip*

When he's in town and working at the office, his hours seem to be endless. I am not sure why I haven't grown accustomed to his absence, he's been with the same company for 9 years. It's nothing new really, but I still fret over it. Then there's the whole notion of "down time". I just chuckle when he mentions his slow time in conversation. 9 years later, I am still waiting for the lull at the office.

Of course there's the travel component of his job. The majority of his winter travel needs to include weekends. Weekday travel is enough of a bummer, but when he returns on a Tuesday evening a…

Oh the Times Have Changed...

Daylight savings time, one simple hour that can torment or delight a mother. I'm rather fond of having more sunlight, so bring it on. I'll deal with the havoc that comes about all week just fine.

On a lighter note, the time change always brings back fond memories for me. I was raised Catholic, we rarely missed Sunday Mass. Rarely. Although I was one of those kids that would be thrilled at the day off, as Saturday mornings were already disrupted with "Religion Class". My mom would always comment on the people that would flock to church on the holidays, taking our regular weekly pew. Around this time, it would be to get the palms on Palm Sunday.

Every now and again, which I can recall so clearly, my mom would forget about the time change. Maybe she was having a momnesia spell. I can not tell you how big the smile was on my face when our car would drive down Route 155 and see loads of cars exiting the church, right when we anticipated entering the parking lot to attend Ma…

It Happened...Again

The last few nights have been tough, I've been sleeping on a futon in Sj's room. She had a mild case of hoarseness, so I immediately jumped to conclusions and feared a middle of the night coughing episode, complete with a trip to Urgent Care. Well, that hasn't happened. So now I can feel relieved that a bit of hoarseness does not equate sundown episodes. Oh the torment that can be brought on by a mild cough.

Although a futon was our bed of choice for years (what in the world were we thinking??)..I am glad I have moved back into our bedroom.

So last night, I went to bed at the ripe hour of 7:30. We had turkey tenderloin for dinner and I think the Tryptophan kicked in beyond belief. The good news is, I was so deep into my slumber, that I had another wonderful dream. This time Tom & Katie were kicked to the curb. And yes, my friend Ben, as in Ben Haper and I were hanging out. Unfortunately the dream occurred early in the night so details are a bit fuzzy.

Basically we were ha…

I Wanna Grow Up...

Not so fast my little darling. Time is of the essence. There's a common theme running through my 15 month olds life right now, I wanna grow up! Observing her big sister all day has lead to mischievous antics.. It's kind of hard to convince GL, she has plenty of time for all this big girl stuff.

In the mean time, I can just try my hardest to capture this silly girl in action...

I still use the sling almost daily for GL during that witching hour before dinner, when I am scrambling to get things done. Her big sis received this sling from Santa, so of course it was only natural, she wanted it on!

Believe me, I am not encouraging potty training at this age, I know we have a year. She really is a curious little girl and demanded I take her diaper off when she caught sight of the baby potty. She did tinkle twice.. Time for the potty to go away.

From a Mac Lover

Sometimes when I laugh out loud multiple times from an email forward, I just have to share the love. It's no secret that I am a Macintosh Computer lover. I have exclusively owned Macs and yes, I pay a price for that. It's a different world behind the screen of a Mac, which suits me just perfectly.

If you've ever been frustrated by a Microsoft operating system, this one's for you. I hope you get at least one chuckle from this one.


This is the best the Republican Party could do? I hope he is still alive in November. Will the GOP have the foresight to include a young VP candidate on the ticket? yikes....

Odd Girl Out

Here's some insight into my childhood. I grew up with three older brothers. Our family's sport of choice was baseball, hands down. My brothers were good. I wanted to be just like them. After one season, I realized my love of the sport was more for the sidelines. I was much better at catching foul balls, visiting the refreshment stand, and playing barbies in the back of our '78 station wagon.
I was the only girl playing in the entire league of boys. From the group photo, I fit in pretty darn well, wouldn't you agree?

Just in case you couldn't actually find the only girl in the photo, here I am:

Bad News Bears, anyone? haha...

More posts to follow with adoring photos from my childhood, thanks to KM who let me borrow her scanner this weekend!

Mulling Thoughts...Class, Society, and Open Enrollment

A few weeks ago when we were in Copper Mtn, the hubby and Sj were skiing, and GL was napping...So what was I doing? Watching CSPAN like any brilliant woman would do. I caught a speech by Michelle Obama and her words have been reeling in my head every since.

This is a good time to get out now or stay and read the words that are in desperate need to escape my brain!

Some things have been bothering me and they all are rooted deeply in my being, my childhood, and my children's future. Mrs. Obama has set that off in me. I tried to find a clip of the speech, but you either have to watch like 30 minutes or the short clips aren't direcly correlated to my issues. So no YouTube, sorry.

Through out my childhood, I never really gave much thought to class and family wealth. If you would have asked me well into my early 20's I would have responded that I was of a middle class family. I lived in a decent suburb, but not the wealthy suburb that just neighbored my town. Although we all went t…

Open Enrollment, Part 4,999

Doesn't it feel like this has been going on forever? We received the Round 2 letter, which went something like- Your child was not selected for this round...Stalk your mailman the first week of April when you'll get your waitlist status.

Guess I'm going to visit the neighborhood school this week. Or visit a realtor, my 3rd choice is a neighborhood school so they can't shut us out if we live there. I may just take up residence in a good friend's basement, they live about 4 houses away from the school.

I'm not even freaking out, why bother, I don't have any control over this. I am just a tad bit disheartened. Oh, well.

Was This a Mistake?

**Sj reading Derg a book, after she covered him with two towels, I especially love the attention to detail on his paws.***

We are taking care of our friend's doggie for a long weekend. He's an old pal of ours and was a dear friend of our beloved Guinny. They spent many hours romping, hiking, snuggling,snarling, and playing together. The last few days has been an enlightening experience in the pet department. I thought I was over having a pet, but maybe not... Maybe this dog watching thing was a mistake.

It should come as no surprise that Sj has been asking for a pet for ages, no less than a few times a day. We bought the Betta Fish a couple of years ago to quell the desire for her to be a pet owner, but a fish only gets you so far in the debate. And, now Uniqua is living in the local pond, cough cough, so we only have spiders now, which Sj has thoughtfully named Melon. She thinks Melon follows her around the house when in reality our house seems to be home to a large number of s…