Showing posts from August, 2008

Daddy, Can You Come Home?

Dear Daddy (and hubby)- It's been two weeks since you have left for your business trip to Los Angeles. We understand the movie is almost done, but we think the time has come for you to just hop on a plane and come home. Our problem is Saturday mornings just aren't the same with out you. Remember how you make better pancakes then Mommy does? How your special blueberry syrup hasn't graced a plate around here in ages. Well we do. And we miss it. Oh and we miss you, too. See another problem is, you like to play Prince Eric, and mom won't play Prince Eric. Mom has to be Ursula and mom really dislikes having to role play being a big slobbery witch. So instead she just wants to do crafty projects, which means I don't get my fair share of energy out. Then I can't fall asleep. Then I get all weepy, staring at pictures I collected of you on my nightstand and wonder when you will finally be home. Do you know 16 days is an eternity to a child? Oh and we miss you, too

How To Be The Best Wife Ever...

Me? The best wife ever? Yeah umm, that one may just be a stretch. So no lessons here my friends, but I am sure there are thousands of women successfully blogging on the topic. It's those little moments when I kick ass, that I think I should be acknowledged for them.  Way back in April, tickets went on sale for my hubby's favorite band, Radiohead . Now, let me share with all of you, that I have what I refer to as, ticket karma . I could go on and on, but one of my favorite ticket karma stories was when I scored Ben Harper tickets to the Fox Theater two years ago and I had DIAL UP internet connection. The Fox Theater is basically a bar and the place I first saw Ben live way back in 1997. Both shows were magical to say the least. Back to Radiohead and being the best wife ever. On this fateful April morning, tickets went on sale through the UK Radiohead website and the actual onsale time was aloof. Radiohead seems to have a penchant for messing with Americans when it

College 10 Years Later

Freshman really look like they are 14 years old, I find it hard to believe they can drive a car no less live on their own.  Seriously do college students really hang 4ft X 5ft posters of Seinfeld on their dorm walls? The poster people still show up every fall! College students design their dorm rooms and apartments now, long gone are the days of hand me down furniture or thrift store finds.  Everyone, ok well maybe like 95% of all college students have a cell phone attached to their ear as they walk through campus.  The faces may change, but the groups remain the same. Sorority girls with their hair and make up done up so perfectly with coordinating accessories, frat boys with their came ripped abercrombie jeans and polo shirts, skateboarders with pants hanging off their hips, kind hippies (this is boulder) busting their desperately hoping to dread white locks, engineer students ready for academic challenges, and international students with their gentle smiles. Back packs aren'

Last Resort, Stuff My Bra With Cabbage Leaves

It's weird awkward confessional time, here at EatPlayLove. I spent a great deal of my formative years wondering when I was going to blossom like my peers. Envying those girls that were spilling out of their bras by tenth grade. And me, well I was 5'11" and 125 pounds, so extra fat for things like blossoming was non existent. I was a stick, literally. Fast forward to motherhood. First pregnancy gave me some insight into what was to come post-partum, as far as my smaller than average bust. Then my milk supply was established and I felt like Kelly LeBrock in Weird Science. Granted my gorgeous new breasts full of milk, were of course a mixed blessing. I mean they were a thrill for my hubby who fell for me during my smaller years, but then it was weird. They became utilitarian, they were a source of nourishment for not one, but both of my daughters. For five years now, my body has been in fertility or milk production mode. And, last week, I nursed my 20 month old for the

Tuesday Tips- Is Your Child's Lunch Box Toxic?

School is back in session, which leaves me wondering, how many kids are carrying toxic lunch boxes everyday? Back in 2005 the Center For Environmental Health released a study citing the high content of lead in many soft vinyl (pvc) insulated lunch boxes . The Consumer Product Safety Commission also conducted a study , but decided to not release all of it's findings. For they deemed wrapped food articles would be safe in a lead laden liner. Thanks, once again to our government for protecting corporations over our children. Personally, I love the term "safe levels" and lead in the same sentence when it comes to my children's health. Please don't fool yourself. Placing a lunch inside a box that is lined with PVC means, your child's hands and the food will come in direct contact with the material. Then they use their hands to eat, making ingestion of the hazardous materials through the skin and mouth. The concern with the material is that the exposure to t

Ummm, Mom Can I Have Your Credit Card?

Well, my life changing decision to go back to school has kicked my reality in the ass. Today is the day, I go mingle with other newbie education graduate students. Luckily for me, I will know some of the staff as I was a very tenacious work-study during my last tenure at the University Of Colorado, a decade ago. This time around my experience is a tad bit different. I have to pick up Sj from school, drop her back home with my parents, and then run off to campus. I still haven't gotten my student id, and HELLO I am dying for a movie discount or a free bus ride. I won't be a leisurely stroll from campus, speaking of which, where in the world am I going to park? And believe it or not, I might kinda forget where the EDUC building is. I suppose pregnancy and nursing did me in as far as remembering things like locations of buildings on campus. If I have time after my meet and greet, with some a short advising session, I'm gonna hit the bookstore. One class, one hundred dollar

Oh DNC How I Want You and Sly Campaign Volunteer Tactics

On Monday, Denver is going to explode with campaign splendor. The Democratic National Convention is slated to run August 25-28. How incredible to live twelve itty bitty miles from the epicenter of such a monumental event.  But then, I realize it doesn't really matter how close I live, for I will be watching at home the in depth coverage as if I lived in Spokane or Birmingham or insert your city here. I'll have a slight edge with the local newspapers and television stations, but that's about it. Then I start to feel a tad bit disappointed that I won't have an opportunity to partake in such history. Sometimes, I just think about what I would say to Anderson Cooper when I met him, you know at the Convention that is. But I would probably get lost in his blue eyes. Or how Oprah reportedly has spent $50,000 to rent a house in Denver for the week, even though there is no confirmation she will be attending. Then maybe I well up a bit, thinking that The Daily Show wil

The Unforeseen Problem With Afternoon Kindergarten

My daughter loves clothes. Sj's been opinionated about what she wants to wear for a couple of years now. Hands down, she probably changes her outfit about five times in any given day. I believe I am making progress in training her to put the not even close to dirty clothes back into her dresser, helping cut down on unnecessary laundering of clean clothes. Although her laundry pile still towers over ours. Maybe we should call it a work in progress. On top of her love of changing her clothes on a whim, we also went through an inappropriate for the weather phase. Take for example a swim suit, winter boots, and snow falling out the window. Fine when we are inside, but not okay when I have to go to the store. I have resorted to putting her outside on the porch to see if she could fair in her summery outfits mid-winter, typically she has a change of heart. As of late, with our 90 degree weather, she has insisted on wearing her jeans to school. She has a dresser full of skirts and summer

And the Winner Is...

The winner of the Green Dimes, one year premium membership giveaway is, Angela of The Parsons Family ! Congrats Angela. I will be sending your email over to Green Dimes, they will contact you with the details! Thank you to everyone that entered and for the Tuesday Tips ideas, if you have any other ideas feel free to drop me an email. Special thanks to Green Dimes for this fabulous Green Giveaway.

Tuesday Tips- CSA Locally Produced Food

Last year after reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, a part of me was transformed. If you haven't read the book, a very basic synopsis is that Barbara picks up her family and moves across the country from Tuscon, Arizona to a piece of family property in Virginia, with the goal of subsisting off of food she grows or can only be produced locally for one year. Now trust me if you are familiar with Barbara Kingsolver you know the depth and beauty of her writing spills onto every page. Her journey, lured me in, and presented me with a new perspective on eating and of course consumerism. Boulder is the home to a beautiful Organic Farmer's Market , every Wednesday and Saturday. At the Farmer's Market, relationships are born. After regular weekly visits, faces become familiar with a farm's name or particular type of produce. Best yet, money goes directly to the farmers, cutting out the need for trucking produce around town, middle men, and lost profits

Lingering Moments, Unagi, and a Gelato Appearance

When life gets in the way of time together, seizing the moment, any moment is crucial. Lucky for my hubby and I, our moment came in the form of a meal out on the town, all by ourselves before he leaves us for an extended business trip. So where do two grown ups eat with out their two little girls in tow? Sushi Tora in Boulder.  J and I haven't been to Sushi Tora in years. Like a decade kind of years. Actually if my memory serves me correctly, we may have even been vegetarians the last time we entered Sushi Tora. Crazy. Back then, we dined out on whims, never really savoring the moment like we do now. It's funny, now we mull over the menu, discuss a plethora of options. We always try something new, order items we want to share. Today, getting out less frequently, I feel grateful for these special moments. I notice we re-capture a part of us, almost if we were newly in love and dating. As far as sushi in Boulder goes, I have to admit Sushi Tora is hands down the best little g

Oh How Nature Triumphs

Although, I have completely let go of Mrs.C.O.B. ripping out the flowers from my garden, I had a sweet laugh from Mother Nature this morning when I was watering my garden. I spent some time re-vining the remnants of my Scarlet Bean plants after the incident last week. I placed the vines on a secondary fence I had (thank you ). I walked away, wondering if I had just wasted my time. Everyday, I was sure to keep watering the vines. I didn't really know what would become of the remaining plants, if they were ruined or if they had some energy to grow anew.  This morning, little scarlet buds reappeared. After the wrath. Nature triumphed and I had one heck of a smile. Take that Mrs. C.O.B.!!! The Aftermath, wilting torn vines: Now, nature laughing with me.  ---

Can't Escape a Rescue

Of course when I started blogging, I could hear crickets chirping as far as my audience was concerned, the only hits this blog received were from me. Aah, the good ol' days. Here's one of my very first posts, recycled. Sometimes nature seems to whisper to us in the strangest places. As I exited Flatiron Crossing, my G4, clutched awkwardly to my chest, my eyes immediately fixated on my vehicle. My inner voice reassured me, I am only steps away, and I will not drop my computer on the ground. Relief. With a quick glance to the ground, I see a rather large insect just peacefully staring back at me. Praying Mantis. I give the fella a closer look and notice it seems to be injured or maybe just startled. One wing is strangely flopping around and I can't tell if all of it's parts are intact. I proceed to make my way to my truck, unload my clunky desktop to it's place in the passenger seat, complete with a safe and secure seatbelt. As I am walking to the driver's side,

Where Did Sissy Go?

I believe the anticipation began at 6:30 am when Sj popped up out of bed and said, "Today's the big day". Then by 10 am she was ready for lunch because I told her she would be going to school after lunch. Around 10:30 her shoes and backpack were on and she was pacing around the house. Yesterday, was the big day for all of us. Sj started Kindergarten. Although she doesn't quite grasp how monumental starting Kindergarten is, I certainly do. I could feel it as she was lining up with her new classmates and teacher. The tears welled up in my eyes, witnessing yet another first moment of her life. Appropriately enough Sj, waved goodbye and marched into school not turning back. Excited to take on the new adventure, we call Kindergarten. The night before we went to the school to meet her teacher and check out her classroom. After about five minutes, I could see her searching for something. I asked her what she was looking for. "Toys", she said. We looked around

Tuesday Tips-Environmentally Friendly GIVEAWAY!

Tomorrow marks my one year blogging anniversary. As a thank you to my readers, I have partnered with Green Dimes to offer up a one year premium membership for free! Even though Tuesday Tips are fairly new around here, I loved the idea of giving away a service that will help you reduce your waste and make a huge impact on the environment. Win, Win, for everyone! (My mail for one week, how annoying!) So what is Green Dimes? Green Dimes is a service that was created to help you reduce the amount of junk mail you receive. Honestly, I have wasted plenty of time calling catalog companies or credit card companies begging them to stop mailing me offers. Just recently I placed an online order at a company I consider to be eco-friendly and now guess what? I get about 3 catalogs a week from them. I thought to myself, seriously? Here are some facts from the Green Dimes Website: 1,123,193 trees planted 2,291,751 catalogs stopped 10,113,156 pounds of junk mail stopped A Green Dimes Premium accou

Chaos From The Inside Out (and yet another opportunity to be nosy!)

Oddly enough, my linen closet seems to be a blaring metaphor for how I've been feeling lately. Looking in from the outside, when the closet door is closed, you don't quite grasp what's behind it. You don't see the haphazardness of placement, linens all strewn, being nudged a bit more every time the closet door closes. Or even how I may have to throw my shoulder into it these days, just to hide the mess away. Same goes for me. When you see me, I look the same. Well, I may be over do for a haircut, but most generally speaking I put on a look, like the closed door. But inside, I was feeling overwhelmed and chaotic. Holding all the pieces of my responsibilities together, but not with any order. And with a little help from PMS emotionally I have been overflowing. But then I decided I could not take the chaos my linen closet has become. I love to organize things, closets, toys, mail, paperwork, craft supplies, on and on. Oh how I get blissed out as I envision the serenity k

My Flip Flops Need To Be Thrown Out Before I Hop On a Plane To Greece

So here is the 6 Quirky, Boring, And Unremarkable Things About Me Meme from The Soapdish : 1. Today I was pleasantly surprised by how entertained I was at Momma Mia. Hello, Greece I am packing my bags right this very moment! 2. I crashed a neighborhood Ladies Night last night, compliments of an invite by this friend . And I didn't know a soul, talk about stepping out of my comfort zone. It was refreshing. 3. Friday night out, movie and lunch with a friend . Holy, did someone actually get the woe is me memo? Woot, woot! 4. I've been contemplating a tiny revenge plot on Mrs.C.O.B., trust me it's not harming any one, maybe just a little sapling. 5. My flip flops should have been thrown out in May and I am still wearing them. I'm definitely in for the rest of the season. 6. I am a cupcake snob. I tried 6 different varieties of cupcakes from this bakery . I thought they tasted good, but I was not overly impressed. It made me long for these California

Can I Have A Woe Is Me Moment?

My goodness, once again it's Friday. My husband is beyond consumed with his job right now, he's drowning in mind reeling things to do. Things to do at work. Because the long hours aren't quite enough, work also has to consume him mentally when he's finally home for the night. I guess all of my neighbor's trash cans out on the curb did not set off a hint to my husband to put the trash out this morning. I sent the note Sj created to my parents in a package, so I guess it's time for a new one. I wonder if anyone caught a glimpse of me this morning, scurrying to put the trash out in my husband's flip flops, my pajamas, and no bra. I swear the way I looked was blog fodder. Poor housewife, stay at home mom, let herself go. If they could only see beyond the walls and how guilt ridden I feel for not having washed the floors in two weeks or how the pile of mail is growing. Oh the list could go on. My hubby's workload has obviously impacted our household. I

Do You Think My Shop Vac Would Clog Sucking Up Mrs.C.O.B.??? (the video evidence)

Oh the garden. Wasn't it just a few weeks ago, I was boasting the garden was my sanctuary, my place to feel happy and release stress? Then moved in my problem with Pill Bugs and Earwigs , which was quickly remedied with a little Shop Vacuuming. I am happy to report I ate my very first zucchini tonight, grilled with olive oil. I rescued the half eaten plant, cared for it morning, noon, and night, and it thanked me with nourishment.  Then my garden drama moved on to Mrs.C.O.B. or Mrs. Crotchety*Old*Bag, as I prefer to call her. It was just a few days ago that she enlightened me that she did not like my flowers growing on her half of the fence ( full story ). I was naive to believe our conversation was just that, words spoken. Turns out, Mrs.C.O.B. had plans for my outrageous vining flowers, she would simply rip them out. Now mind you, Mrs.C.O.B. doesn't get around very well. She sits and waters. She kneels and leans about 2 inches from the ground when weeding. ( Just for the r

Tuesday Tips- Real Simple 20 Minute Meals

Although I hate to admit it, I no longer subscribe to Real Simple Magazine, I had to pick up this month's current issue when I saw the cover. 20 Minute Meals, Healthy Delicious Dinners For The Entire Month. Speak to me, say my name, say my name. Dinner in 20 minutes!?! I couldn't allow my usual in line perusal of the magazine to suffice with this issue, it was worth it's weight in gold. I'm not sure if it's just my girls, but for some reason the three weeks of 90 degree heat combined with 4:30 in the afternoon, seems to be a combination for meltdowns and neediness. Not exactly the type of behavior I am hoping for as I start to prepare dinner. So what do I need, healthy, quick, and simple recipes. This week I chose three recipes to prepare from the magazine and planned accordingly before I did my shopping. I am happy to report, the recipes I chose didn't have many out of the ordinary ingredients. Simple and delicious, now that's my kind of weekday cookin

Mrs.C.O.B. Doesn't Like Flowers

Every morning, I am up and out in my garden within ten minutes. This ritual is so predictable that our 20 month old said the other morning, daddy "eat" and mommy "garden", after we woke up. Yes, my hubby prepares breakfast and I examine the damage , growth, water, maybe vacuum a few bugs up, and greet our plants. Typically, I am in my pajamas, but we have privacy fencing on three sides of our yard, so I don't give it much thought. For the last couple of weeks, my next door neighbor, Mrs. C.O.B. or Mrs.Crotchety-Old-Bag, as I like to call her has also been out in her yard. Yes, it's the side with out the privacy fence. Now in my like to get along with the neighbors attitude, I always wish Mrs.C.O.B. a "good morning and how are you today?" Typically she responds with some negative comment about the weather or how my garden has weeds. Now I weed my garden, but I don't obsess about a few here and there. When they grow a few inches long, I pick th

Got Old Pots & Pans, Create Some Family Music!

Patience is a virtue, especially in our local library consortium. I placed a hold months ago for The Creative Family by Amanda Blake Soule (link below). Finally after much eager anticipation the book was ready and waiting for me. I rushed over to my local branch and picked it up. I've been reading the Soule Mama blog now for quite sometime and I knew her recently published book would be like icing on the cake. The book is chock full of creative outlets for your entire family to enjoy together. One of the her creative projects that sparked my curiosity was the Banging Wall. Basically, she gathered up old pots, pans, and metal bakeware. Then she attached them to a moveable A-Frame so her children (and adults alike) could create music by banging on the pots/pans with wooden spoons or sticks, in her yard. Brilliant! Saturdays are 50% off days at our local thrift store. I headed over to pick up some old pots and pans so we could have our own Banging Wall. I walked away with a great

Conversations With My Daughter

My first born was gifted with the art of conversation, even at the ripe age of four. She loves to chat up anyone that will listen. The mailman, the grocery store clerk, our neighbors, whomever happens to call. Last night, I was getting some laundry done. She was hanging out with daddy before bed, but came running in a flash down the stairs. Sj- Mom, Mom. I have a brilliant idea. Why don't you go away with your friends, so I can stay home with daddy? Daddy always has to go away. But if YOU go away then he has to stay home. Mom- I am liking this idea. You are right, it's brilliant. Only one problem, where would I go? Sj- You could go to California, to buy me Julie (an American Girl Doll). Buy me all the coordinating accessories, the outfits, ALL OF THEM. Oh, and that bike. Mom-Fly to California to buy you more stuff. Interesting. She ran upstairs in a flash. Yelling to my hubby, "Mommy is going away!!!" After I gave her idea some further thought, I realized she ha