Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

It's Tuesday.  Whew.  One day down.  Four more to go.  Go see Keely (or FoN, or who every is answering the door over at the UnMom this week) when you're done here.

->  I told you about it, but now you can see it for yourself:

LG has been showing a lot of patience with this.  I can definitely see how older siblings get the rough end of the deal.

->  Micheal Bloomberg is at it again.  The Food Nanny.  He couldn't tax soda, and he can't outlaw it, so he's not going to let people buy it with food stamps.  It's not that I think the NYers on food stamps need their pop fix.  I just don't think it's Michael Bloomberg's place to tell them how to eat.  Mostly because he has a private chef and probably hasn't stepped foot into a NYC bodega EVER.  Ok, no.  It's mostly because I hate the idea that we "need" laws to help people live.  If Mayor Bloomberg is so concerned, he should confront the corn growers and food makers and tell them that it's not right that almost every food we eat contains corn syrup.  And then we subsidize those groups.  Kills me.  Make regular food healthier.  That's where you start. 
          ->  Tangent- Have you seen that ad where the woman says that she's recently been confused about "corn sugar" and she learned that it's just like regular sugar?  Why yes, it probably is.  But if we saw that regular sugar was the 1st of 2nd ingredient in most of our food, we'd think twice.  Corn syrup would be fine in moderation.  Try being moderate about it, though.  It's almost impossible.

->  Have you seen this little gem?

Count Ketchup.  I want one.

->  The name of the snuggy for two?  The Huddler.  Isn't that cute?  It's supposed to be like you and your significant other are in the "huddle".   I don't want one of those.

->  I may have to begin watching what I say a little closer.  PB has been working late, late nights.  He worked until midnight both weekend nights.  On Sunday, LG said to me "Papa's job sucks."  Not the best thing to teach my kids.  I'll work on that (when I baby proof my house and enroll them in foreign language classes).

Ok, that's all I have this week.  Not bad for a sort of slowish badger.  If you haven't  already, please go visit my post from last Monday.

Monday, October 25, 2010

MicroFiction Monday

Before I go ahead and MicroFiction you all, I'd like to ask that you take a moment when  you're done and go visit last Monday's post.  While neither micro, nor fiction, it is important (ok, maybe just to me).

Now, on to the show.  Hosted by the lovely Susan at Stony River:

It was the summer of '65 and Curt and Will told everyone they'd whip those Commies in Vietnam and be home for the '66 picnic season.

Elsie looked at the picture in dismay.  She could not recognize a single person in it, even her Jim.  Nothing would bring her memory back, they feared.

And for my "I'd rather be..."

I'd rather be at work than well, quite frankly, a lot of places.  Work is quiet right now.  And no one is fighting.  No one is touching each other, or stealing other people's toys.  Nobody needs me to help them use the potty, or make them lunch.  Nobody wants my attention.  And I'm good with that.  For now.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Spin "Cycle" -Then and Now

Busier than a one armed paper hanger over here at the Badger Den.  But I couldn't resist this "then and now" theme.  

My Grandpa is the one in the sidecar.

LG on his "motorcycle".  If LG is half as crazy as his Grandpa (either one, actually) we're in for a fun ride.

Have a good weekend everybody!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

It's Tuesday, it's random.  You know the rap.  Go see Keely for more.

->  My "Spin Cycle- Collage" idea spun way out of control.  It started with me scanning photos of my Mom for the collage.  Then I remembered I promised my cousin I'd scan him some old family photos, so I added those to the pile.  Then while I was sorting, I found some really neat ones of my grandfather that are starting to age poorly, so I thought I'd better get those scanned, too.  Then I had a pile of over 70 photos to scan at Target.  Oh, wait, I had to get to Target.  Without the boys (because nothing spells disaster clearer than two toddlers at the self help photo center and a complicated project).  Yeah, last Friday before that happened.

->  We had a house guest this past weekend.  Auntie Steph, who usually comes in for major events (weddings, births, etc) came for a random visit.  Because there were no new babies, or weddings, we actually got to hang out and go do stuff together.  I learned how to play Mexican Train (where has this game been all my life?)  She helped with the photo project (because it required all 4 of our hands). 

         ->  Her one goal for her Cleveland visits has been to visit a Michael Symon restaurant.  Until recently, he only had 2.  Neither one is "cheap" or kid friendly.  However, he recently opened "The B Spot".  Amazing burgers.  I highly recommend it.  And the root beer float?  I ate and drank so much I could barely move.


This thing just creeps me out.  LG came home singing part of the song, so I had to google it to find out what the whole thing was.  He came home with "snaps that monkey right out of the tree" which was a little disturbing, but not half as disturbing as watching this man sing the whole song

->  Little o has decided on a new method of walking around.  He's tired of his walker, and still refuses to walk alone.  So now?  He grabs the back of LG's shirt, pulls himself up and toddles along behind LG.  You can imagine how much LG loves this.  "Maaaaaamaaaaaaa, he's gooooooot meeeeee!"  I have to try really hard not to laugh when I detach O, though.  It's pretty funny stuff.  If I can contain myself next time, I'll get video.

->  Every once in a while I have to remember that my kids are not trying to thwart my personal plan for success.  It's hard, though.  There are days I swear that LG won't use the potty just to piss me off.  He can use the potty, he wants to wear Elmo underpants.  He just doesn't bother. Then I remember that I'm not the one in wet pants.  And it's not me that'll be going to Kindergarten in Pull Ups.  He'll get his act together eventually.  I might end up carrying little o down the aisle at his wedding, though.

Ok, enough about me.  How are you? 

Monday, October 18, 2010

Spin Cycle- Collage

I didn't miss last weeks Spin Cycle, I promise.  It started out with a great idea, that grew into a small project, that had another project tacked onto it, and became a boatload of work.  But all the work is done, so I can spin it on up for you.

Do you remember the movie St Elmo's Fire?  It was a Brat Pack film, straight out of 1985.  Judd Nelson, (the incredibly hot) Rob Lowe, Emilio Estevez?  Remember the scene where one of the girls takes Billy home for dinner one night?  And her mother, Myrna, spends half of the meal whispering behind her hand?  Because there are things in this world just too horrible to speak aloud?  One of the words she whispers is "Cancer". 

Back in 1985, the Susan G. Komen Foundation was only 3 years old.  It was still a local, grassroots effort, barely out of the gates.  No one wore pink, there weren't big events all over the place to show support for people diagnosed with breast cancer.  Your local coffee shop didn't donate a portion of the proceeds from your pink cup purchase to anyone with breast cancer.  

What did happen was that people whispered behind their hands about you.  At the market, at church, when you dropped your books at the library, or explained that you wouldn't be able to be a Girl Scout leader anymore.  People weren't sure if it was contagious, or if there was anything they could or should do.  Back in 1985, a diagnoses of cancer meant a lot of pain, and very little hope.  There were support groups, but they were few and far between.  Some women drove more than an hour to get to them.  They told people it was a book club.  Stores that sold wigs for people who lost their hair to chemo, or prosthesis for mastectomies, did so in back rooms, where a bald lady wouldn't scare off the regular customers.  If you wanted a bathing suit, you could order one through your doctor's office.

The doctor's office was another special trip.  There you were treated with the same kind of dignity afforded to any kind of lab rat.  The doctors were very clear that almost everything they were trying was hit or miss (painful but honest).  It might help, or it might kill you.  Wait and see.

But the point of this post isn't to focus on how things were, it's to focus on how they are now.  Thanks to the efforts of people like Nancy Brinker, Susan's sister.  The people who stood up and said, "Stop the whisper campaign!"  They speak up about cancer.  What it is, who it effects, how it's treated.  They make good and sure you know that 250,000 people will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year, and almost 40,000 will die from breast cancer this year.  They make sure you know how to do a self exam, and that an early diagnosis can make all the difference.  And they make sure you know how you can make a difference.  Whether it's to run a marathon, donate time or money, or just to wear pink.  To speak to someone you know has cancer to their face, not behind your hand. 

This post is to thank all of the men and women who go to work each day (even Mondays) and say, "Today just might be the day we find a cure to cancer."  It's tireless work.  It's disappointing work.  It's fruitful work, though.  I want to believe that each day we do get closer to the cure. 

This post is for all the people out there right now fighting all kinds of cancer.  The tired, the scared, the hopeful, and those in need of a little hope.  Know that you're not alone.  We're here to fight with you.  We put our pink ribbons on our shirts, on our cars and we buy the specially marked products.  We visit your cube to ask how it's going, and we take your kids to soccer when you're just not up for it (and we take pictures).  We give your kids a place to hang out when being at home is just a little to much for a kid to handle (and we don't try to force them to talk about their feelings).  We know you want to be out there, doing all the things everyone else does.  And you will again.  With our help.

If you've been wondering who the lovely brunette in all the pictures is, it's my Mom.  At the Bronx Zoo, camping with the girl scouts and at Disney with the family (in one inch heels!!)  In her backyard in the Bronx, at my cousin John's wedding and hanging out with me and my Grandpa.  This post isn't in memory of her, or all the great things she did.  It's not about how she suffered, or lost her battle.  There is no point in that.  If you spend your days looking back, you don't move forward.  We need to use the past to make the future the place we want it to be.  The place my Mom wanted it to be for me, and for you, and for our kids.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss my Mom, but there's not a darn thing any one of us can do about that.

This post is about how today, almost 20 years after my Mom has passed away, there isn't just a day, or a week devoted to Breast Cancer Awareness.  There is a whole month.  It's to show you how far we've come, and how far we still need to go.  But we're getting there.  Together.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Wordful Wednesday

Just in case you questioned my raccoon story from last week:

See?  How cute?  (and I hear they have very soft paws...)

Even cuter:

I probably could have done a Wordless Wednesday, but meh, it's all good.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts

Welcome to Tuesday.  A day that is highly undervalued.  Because on Tuesday we get to be random.

->  We have very large oak trees with limbs that hover over our roof and back porch.  For about a week each year, every time the wind blows, or a squirrel runs up the tree, acorns fall everywhere it sounds like we're being attacked from above.  PB and I joke that the squirrels are out to get us.  Last week I was taking LG out to the car when the wind kicked up.  Acorns all over.  LG screams, "No Mama, don't let the squirrels get me!!!"

->  Last week was animal filled apparently.  PB was rocking little o to sleep when the orange cat crept in and started playing with a squeaky toy.  Then it occurred to PB that we got rid of all the squeaky toys when LG was born.  Ewwwww.  It's a whole different sound when you realize it's a small critter screaming for it's life.  Because we are wusses animal lovers, PB trapped it with a cup and cardboard and set it free back behind the garage.  He said it was covered with kitty spit and looked a little shell shocked.  Who looks that close?

->  Did you know they make a Snuggy for two?  So that you can be trapped really close to your husband or child, but be completely warm.  Uhm, yeah.  Not for us.  That's one of those gifts you give to newly engaged people and snicker about behind your hand.

->  Speaking of snickering, one of my co-workers is a newly expecting Mom.  An over committed, expectant Mom.  The other day I suggested she might want to unload some of her commitments before the baby, so that others would have time to pick up her work.  She said, and I quote, "I'm not going to let this change my whole life!  I'll still do the same things I do now."  To our credit , not one of the parents in the room laughed out loud.  It was a very silent room, though.

->  Have you ever been caught in the middle of the big gift love in?  We all chip in to give our secretary a gift on secretary's day.  ->I wouldn't normally give to this fund (as our secretary is paid decently and not overworked by any means) but our secretary is vengeful, and people have big mouths, even if they say it's not obligatory.  <-  Now they want to chip in for a gift on "bosses" day.  WTH???  When is it "average working idiot's" day?  You know if I don't give that someone will tell him exactly who did give, and then he'll feel hurt that I don't like him enough to contribute (because he would never think that I have two kids and don't get paid enough to make all these holidays merry).  Argh. 

->When LG is hurt we give him "boo boo ice".  It's usually an old teething toy, but it makes his "boo boo" feel better.  The other day he suggested that he needed "boo boo ice cream".  That's my boy, thinking out of the box.
Ok, move along.  Nothing more to see here.  Go visit Keely, she'll make it all better.

Monday, October 11, 2010

MicroFiction Monday

It's Monday, right on schedule.  Time for some MicroFiction Fun.  Here's my 140 for Susan and the group:

When the train pulled into the station, Walter wondered if he had made the right decision.  Was it really necessary to move across the country to get away from his mother?  (exactly 140, BTW!)

And my I'd rather be for this Monday:

I'd rather be at work than home cleaning my house for guests.  Whom I'm hoping won't notice the dust bunnies when they come to visit.  Because it was more fun to play with little o yesterday than to clean up.  Sorry.

Have a good week!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Feist on Sesame Street

You'll have to be patient with me today.  I've finally decided that I have to learn how to post a YouTube link.  Sheer laziness has prevented me from learning this until today...

I love this song, and the Sesame Street take is too cute.  Warning, though, it will get stuck in your head.  If you don't want it there, don't click:

Come on, you know you smiled at the penguins.  Admit it.  Feist reminds me of my friend Marcy.  She could totally pull off the blue spangly outfit that Feist wears in the original video for 1,2,3,4.  Marcy probably dances better, not sure how she sings, though.

Ok, time to see if this worked.  Thanks for bearing with me.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Random Tuesday Get Your Backside in Gear...

It's Tuesday.  Or so they tell me.  I didn't come to work yesterday, so it's only Monday to me.  I'll pony up the random, though.  But only because Keely is so cool.

->  We just got back from a family reunion in Indiana.  For the first time since LG's been born, we had a nice, relatively easy family vacation.  Whew.  No major melt downs, no extraordinary effort.  Dump some stuff in the wagon and drive west.  See relatives.  Smooch nieces and nephews.  Come home.

      ->  A raccoon stole a steak sandwich right out of some one's hands.  Poor Jack.  He was really jonesing for that steak sandwich.  Never suspected that the little critter would have the brass to take it right out his hands.  He was wrong.  Roscoe the Raccoon ate well Friday night.  What did the park people say?  "Well, he lives here.  You're just a guest."  Bet the raccoon laughed all night over that one.

     ->  I will post pictures as soon as someone sends me some.  I took only one picture.  And I'm not allowed to post it.  LG didn't want PB to dress him on Saturday night.  So he took off his jammies and pull up as soon as PB turned his back.  And put on his fire man boots.  Yes, I took a picture.  It will be next year's "Cute buns of the Fire House" calendar.  

     ->  According to little o, only the following people are acceptable (in this order):  PB, Grampie, Grammie, Auntie Mary or Mama (if necessary).  We're done.  Anyone else will cause blood curdling screams.  He'll be happy and giggly for the first three people, moderately ok for Auntie M or Mama.  Else wise?  Grump, grump.

->  I am no longer drinking the water at work.  Two of my co-workers are pregnant.  Two more have wives that are expecting.  I don't know where it's coming from, but I hope it's not contagious.  Seriously, having trouble conceiving? Come work for us.  Because we need more people to go out on leave...

->Why do people get all up in arms about candy corn?  Seriously?  I buy one bag in September.  It lasts me until Halloween.  You want a few?  Stop by.  But please don't try to make me feel guilty about my candy corn.  It won't work.  Yes, I'm clear about what's in it.  There is a reason I keep it at work (my kids have no idea that such a substance exists.  LG still thinks the candy world ends with suckers, M&Ms and Skittles).  At least 5 or 6 people have come to ask me a question and made a negative comment on my snack.  At least twice that many have asked if they can have a kernel or two...

->  We have begun to search for items to re-do the boys bathroom.  It currently looks like a beige pit in the middle of the hall.  PB suspects structural unsoundness in the floor.  For step 1 we're putting in tile and painting.  Then maybe a new sink/vanity (if the rest stays under budget).  Later we'll deal with a new tub and toilet.  Possibly much later.  For now we just need to figure out what we want it to look like in the end.  I hate this stuff.  If it weren't a room that gets used multiple times per day, I wouldn't care.  Drat.

Have a Happy Tuesday, all.  And welcome to October!