Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Buddy the Old Guy

We didn't mean to get another pug.

Then, we met Buddy.

He was sitting in the pound looking wrinkly and handsome, lost and alone. He didn't know what hit him.

His owner of 8 years had given him to a friend because she "couldn't care for him anymore." The friend kept him a year and then decided the same thing, so she dropped him off at the pound about a half an hour before we got there.

We decided to adopt Buddy, for my mom if she would take him, but if not, for us. It soon became clear that Buddy was our dog.

He is deaf.

He is almost blind.

He snores louder than a garbage truck at 5 AM.

He loves us.

Why do people think it is OK to give their dogs away? This old guy barely had a chance at the pound. Seriously, who adopts 10-year-old deaf pugs?

We do...and we're better for it.

Saturday, July 07, 2012


At some time in her life, every girl goes from beautiful to awkward. Some girls' awkward stages last mere moments, while others rob years from their lives. I've been reflecting on this awkwardness as my daughters stumble into the age which is know for both cruelty and change. It's the age which causes a girl to slump her shoulders in order to hide the curve beneath her shirt. The age in which a new bra is the enemy, waiting to announce to the world that you are CHANGING. It's the age when the girls around you start to shoot up like sprouts from soil, some curling luxuriously around the pot, others remaining short and stout without enough water to grow them. It's the age of thirst-- for approval, beauty, independence, innocence, security, identity, and anonymity.

I just found a picture of myself on my grandma's porch swing. I think I was twelve. I know I wasn't thirteen because that was the year that must not be uttered--the year of the BAD PERM. At fourteen, I had a pixie cut, having cut off my curly locks in a failed attempt to gain back some sort of social status.

But at twelve....
I'm just hanging on Grandma's porch swing, being 12, imagining I'm in an English garden in 1901.

...at twelve, every corner of my grandma's house was explored as we tried on junk jewelry, old chiffon dresses, and fancy hats with netting and peacock feathers. I used to love to dress up and pretend that somewhere, in another world, I fit in.

This whimsy didn't disappear when I turned thirteen. Or fourteen, for that matter. While the girls around me were trying on coral lipstick and painting their toes various shades of neon pink, I was fumbling toward fourteen, holding on to those younger ages with all of my might, reluctantly watching my sister play Barbies because I was too "old" to join.

At fourteen (the spring before I went to high school...gasp!) I even had an "old fashioned" birthday party. We wore formal, grandmotherly dresses. We ate lunch on fine china. We sat for black and white photos taken by my dad. We drank tea. We MAY even have used British accents, but I don't remember. While students around me were having their first kisses, or listening to Duran Duran, or sneaking out to toilet paper, I was...being awkward! The beauty of it was that I had friends willing to join me!

In my defense, I wasn't a completely lost cause for a kid in the '80's. I loved Madonna but I dressed up like her only on Halloween because that was the safest way to publicly announce that I really liked that crazy girl who sang "Like a Virgin," a song which shocked and horrified my parents. For other girls in my small town, loving Madonna was fine, even normal. For me? Scandalous! Tomboy poetry writer cowgirls DIDN'T love Madonna.

 I liked boys at fourteen too, but wouldn't admit it. My friends and I didn't talk about boys we liked, nor did we prank call boys. We rode horses, wrote poetry, made up secret words, and read books, but didn't talk about boys. SECRETLY, I wrote a letter to Ralph Macchio after seeing "The Outsiders."

 I found his address in a Tiger Beat magazine while my mom was shopping at Safeway. I jotted his number down in my "Twin Stars" notebook. My crush never wrote me back; he was too busy filming The Karate Kid.

Despite the Madonna costumes and the unrequited love for Ralph, I remained pretttttty awkward throughout middle school and into high school.

I went from this:

I'm eating snow and not matching, but I'm having FUN and I DON'T CARE! (5th grade?)

To This: 
MOM! Just take the picture! I am wearing a Gunny Sac dress and I have a boy's hair cut and I'm slathered in make up...could this BE any more uncomfortable? (8th grade graduation)

 To This: 
 (Senior pic)

I made it through. 

And now? I embrace the awkward. I love the nerd within who gets excited about books and poetry and Shakespeare and gets paid to get teenagers to like all of it too. *Sigh!
Dorky English teacher embraces Shakespeare while at the Huntington Gardens on a field trip with the Poetry Club (which students actually VOLUNTEERED for!) 

As Emma and Grace begin their journey toward preteen/middle school/awkwardness, I hope to instill in them the ability to be different, to have empathy toward others, to be confident with their choices, to remain close to God, to give back to others, and to love, because "Love Never Fails." (That verse is how my mom got me through all of the awkward!)
Oh My Gosh...What are we to do? Our Mama is awkward. We have no hope!
Heee heee heee....wish me luck!

To be continued...

Sunday, July 01, 2012

Double Twin Power...Activate!

Emma and Gracie's best buddies are also twins. They are fraternal twins and were born in January as well. They like to do the same things as Emma and Gracie do: fish for crawdads, swim, play water polo, dress up, learn about animals, jump on trampolines, ride scooters, and make silly tortilla faces (OK...that was just today, but still...)

What blessings to know another "Baby A" and "Baby B".

When the four of them get together, they sing in the car at the top of their lungs, make weird noises in public restroom stalls, write music, film music videos, walk in fashion shows, host lemonade stands, bake brownies, and play "puppies."

I love their little imaginations and can't wait to watch these beautiful girls grow up.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

And the winner is....

By a landslide....#10- The creepy hugging naked baby dolls. Yikes! :)

I owe my friend Diane a treat. :) She was the one who spotted the creepy babies.

For some reason I think she'd rather go to the wineries than go for ice cream. After all, she WAS the winner. :)

Monday, June 25, 2012

Your Vote Is Needed- The Creepy Creeperton Contest

What should two bored moms with four bored kids do on a hot day?

How about heading down to Old Town to take your kids to the root beer bottling company for cold sodas, the candy store for a bunch of sugar, and the antique shop for a creepy contest?

The contest:

Find the most weird/creepy thing in the store. 

Here is where we need your help. We each think our "find" is the creepiest. We need a vote. Please add a comment, voting on which picture YOU think is the weirdest thing. The winner  (whoever found the creepiest or weirdest item) will be choosing the treat of his or her choice. :)

The contest will close on Tuesday 6/26 at 8:00 PM. :)

CREEPY WEIRD THING #1: Dusty, twisted necked baby on a high shelf

CREEPY WEIRD THING #2: Smirking Camel

CREEPY WEIRD THING #3: Doll holding a doll


CREEPY WEIRD THING #5: Demented Shirley Temple

CREEPY WEIRD THING #6: Tractor (not sure this participant knew "creepy" didn't mean "cool")

CREEPY WEIRD THING #7: Statue of a pump/well thing

CREEPY WEIRD THING #8: Porcelain asparagus

CREEPY WEIRD THING #9: Sparkly Lamp with polkadot bow tie

CREEPY WEIRD THING #10: Naked hugging babies. (I personally think the doll in the metal container behind them is also creepy...)

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Scrumptious, Silly, Sublime Summer

 Giving our lemonade stand $$ to the Animal Shelter.
 These two are just about the sweetest pair I've seen in a while!
 Out to lunch with the ladies.
  Blanket forts!
 Homemade waffles....
 ...with chocolate chips!
 Pink Toes and striped Toms
 Swingin' at the park

Thursday, June 21, 2012


 We followed the directions...
 Wore our aprons...
Why, oh why, did our cookies come out looking like flat, brown discs of disappointment?

Why, when Jeff Smith makes cookies, do they turn out looking like moist, luscious pieces of Heaven?

....Even when he detours away from recipes, adding a pinch more here and there...

...Even when he allows his greedy girls (including me) to eat the dough incrementally....


Super Pets!!!

 Bored? In a summer funk? Why not get out the project stickers and Dad's bucket of garage rags and change your regular, ordinary, every day pets into SUPER PETS?

 Are they happy? They don't have TIME to be happy. They are too busy figuring out how to save the world.

 The Super Pets have work to do.

Olivia and Sophie are ready to fight against evil.

 Gus plans to use his magic basket to fly out of town and confront the bad guys. (Gussy Boy loves nothing more than a basket.)

 You may think he's mad, but he's not. He just takes his job VERY seriously.

Super Pets!!!!!

*No pets were harmed in the making of this blog.

**Costume ideas and implementation by Emma Smith, Pet Fashionista.

*** Many thanks to Augustus, aka Gus, Ginny Weasely, Sophie the Roc, and Olivia Lou Pie for their cooperation.