Monthly Archives: October 2008

wanna go on a pumpkin walk?

I’ve seen a lot of pumpkins lately (way before Halloween), so I thought for Halloween I’d take you on a pumpkin walk. You get all the pumpkins, and none of the crowds, lines, mud and wind. You’re welcome. Don’t forget your flashlight. Let’s get going.

We’ll start with my attempt at Mr. Happy.
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With the crowds, sometimes, you have to be patient…like this woman waiting for face painting for her child.dsc_0041.JPG

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Happy Halloween!

And if that’s not enough pumpkins, you can go here to see more.

Pumpkins here courtesy of Bainbridge Gardens and Islandwood.

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Learn-A-Word Wednesday: Cockaigne \kah-KAYN\

noun:

An imaginary land of ease and luxury.

Everyone was seeking renewal, a golden century, a Cockaigne of the spirit.
– Umberto Eco, Foucault’s Pendulum

Cockaigne comes from Middle English cokaygne, from Middle French (pais de) cocaigne “(land of) plenty,” ultimately adapted or derived from a word meaning “cake.”

Any land of ease and luxury must be imaginary, right? So I find this definition slightly redundant. But who wouldn’t love a word derived from a word meaning CAKE?? Come on. Everyone loves cake, right?

After discussing with a buddy here my hankering for chocolate chocolate cake, I’m still planning to make this one from the Pioneer Woman. Real soon.

Hey, maybe that will make my life closer to a Cockaigne.

What would make your life closer to being a Cockaigne?

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what BAD thing?

I wrote the other day about the Kid doing a BAD thing right off the bat, first thing in the morning, that stunned me and launched me into you-are-in-so-much-trouble-you-are-not-getting-getting-what-is-it-again-you-love rage. I debated about writing what she actually did because, well, the hubs has been all paranoid about writing details, or, embarrassing, private details of the Kid that are sent out into the blogosphere where no one really cares what I write where our baby’s whole world could see, years from now when she graduates middle school or runs for leader of the free world a local street gang.

So I thought about it. And I’m not telling you a bunch of stuff about the Kid (and she comes up with a bunch of stuff!), but I’ve decided this little trick she dreamed up showed such creativity blended with a scientist’s curiosity that I’m gonna share.

Let’s set the scene: the Kid had crawled into our bed at 4am saying, “I’m coming in because I just had a nightmare, Mommy.” Being the softhearted woman I am, I said, “Errmphmfffphfff…”

A few hours later, we all awake in our Family Bed, Dog included, oh yes. Kid gets out first, thank goodness, or I’d have to do a somersault down the middle of the bed and over the Dog. Kid heads into my bathroom that the hubs is allowed to share (and even to remodel it recently) and closes the door.

Nothing suspicious here, right? Wrong! Did you catch it, moms? I’ll tell you what The Warning Sign was: she closed the door. Normally around here, Kid not only doesn’t close the door, she invites you to come stand in the doorway, keep her company, or even, if you’re lucky, to wipe. (these aren’t embarrassing, private details, are they?)

So, there I am in bed and that little alarm voice, whispering ever so softly because it just woke up, too, says: how ODD she closed the door…. But, being tired, sleepyheaded and lazy, I reply, “Ermmphfphffff.”

Meanwhile, what did that little imp do in there?

This: She grabbed several of the new, mint green floss sticks on the counter (out to guilt me remind me to floss, since a most thorough hygienist recently chiseled a boulder of tartar from my mouth like she was pickaxing hard rock ore from a mountain).

Oh, so what, you say? Floss sticks, big whoop, what can you do with those? Which must also be what the Kid thought….

floss.jpgBecause she then opened my contact lens case (oh yes wait for it) where my newest pair of lenses lay sleeping in their cool bed of solution), pulled out a lens and (here’s where the creativity comes in) using the floss stick, cut my lens in half. Just like Emeril slicing goat cheese. BAM!

Or, that’s what she did to one lens. The other one I could not find. I can only imagine the torture it endured at the hands of the evil minty floss stick girl.

Naturally, the hidden beauty of this little adventure was she did not confess it. No, she merely left the parts and pieces behind on the bathroom counter.

For me to discover when I went to put in my contacts.

Hey, why are all these floss sticks all over the counter…

At which point, I lost it.

I’ve had a few days since this event, and upon reflection, I believe the true moral to the story has nothing to do with parenting, discipline, sleep habits or rules. It is simply this: don’t floss.

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And THAT is my long-winded diatribe offering for this week’s Make Me Laugh Monday, hosted by Jenny on the Spot. Because I need to laugh about it now while I’m waiting for my bald patch to grow back in.

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Portrait of a Pacific Northwest Kid

img_4217.jpg“My eyes! My eyes! Too sunny!”

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Learn-A-Word Wednesday: misprize \mis-PRYZ\

transitive verb:
1. To hold in contempt.
2. To undervalue.

I hesitate to appear to misprize my native city, but how can the history of dear, sedate old London town possibly compare to Paris for sheer excitement?
– Alistair Horne, Seven Ages of Paris
Misprize comes from Middle French mesprisier, from mes-, “amiss, wrong” + prisier, “to appraise.”

Here’s a check-in point from me today: I am misprizing the Kid today, and I mean the “contempt” version, not the “undervaluing” version. Unless it’s undervaluing her ability to think up creative, new, BAD things to do with a door closed. Or her ability to jump out of bed and have the first thing she thinks of to do in the morning be BAD.

There, fuming in my pajamas, I almost spanked her. Instead, I yelled at her. And denied her all treats, TV and computer games today. That’s gonna work real well later today after school, huh? I’m looking forward to it.

Then she cried and crawled under her bed and didn’t want to go to school due to the terrible, green ogre-ness called mommy. Yeah, good times, people, good times.

I need to take that lazy dog out and burn off some of this anger.

Are you misprizing anyone or thing today? (btw, the spellcheck doesn’t even know this word! we’re SO smart now, eh?)

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It’d be cheaper if he’d just watch football like the other guys….

Instead, the hubs watches James Bond movies late at night, and unlike the rest of us, he watches the commercials. Including the one from the ASPCA.

Which apparently offers an annual subscription to support a dog or cat every month. And did the hubs come right out and tell me about his sudden burst of generosity? Neeeewww. I found out when the THANK YOU package arrived.

Amusingly, when it arrived and the hubs was out of town, I told my friend it came but I hadn’t opened it. She said, “OH, has he been watching late night tv??”

And when I asked the hubs that question, he said, “Errrr, yes.” Busted.

(In his defense, I’m told the photographs of pets were quite compelling.)

So this explains why we’re now proud owners of a We are their voice! t-shirt. Annual subscription?!

As if supporting our couch-potato, everything-eating, shoe-stealing, bed-hogging pooch isn’t enough for him.

dsc_0132-1.JPGPlease come away from your computer and get me another bone. I’m withering away here. Thx.

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Project Runway finale, finally!

[spoilers here!]

So, Kenley, Korto and Leanne made it to the finals of Project Runway. What did you all think of their shows? The whole final episode felt anti-climatic to me, and I’m not sure why. First off, Tim stepped in to judge when JLo couldn’t make at the last minute (is that the real story, a hurt foot? what’d she do, trip over a twin getting tummy time?), so right away you knew Kenley was screwed. Maybe the next contestant will think twice before sassing Tim, sweet, smart, helpful Tim.

kenley.jpgKenley‘s outfits were….colorful, with a nautical rope theme (naturally!), so let’s call it S.S. Seuss. Some I liked, some looked silly to me, and some were probably nicer than appeared on tv. I think we just don’t get the real feel of these garments a lot of the time. And apparently some of Kenley’s were identical to other designers’ work. Oops. I must give her credit though, because during the season I felt she repeated herself in her designs, but her collection pieces were not all the same.

korto.jpgKorto‘s line, let’s call it Puffy Sleeves, looked similar enough to be cohesive but different enough to be interesting. I think her stuff was too flowy to win. Flowy IS a word. As of now. Remember that German woman with the flowy Miami clothes from a couple of season’s ago? Also cool, flattering, but flowy. Flowy will not win in NYC. They don’t do flowy. Not sure why, maybe it’s a safety issue. Muggers could grab you when you tried to get away?

leanne1.jpgLeanne‘s collection also had movement, but not flowy. No, hers was more rippley, than flowy, so let’s call it Accordion. I thought her theme was overdone and pieces looked too similar, in an accordion kind of way. I liked it the first couple of times…. Also, I had a suit skirt with regular pleats once, and I would be more able to change my oil filter than properly iron that thing. Never again. Hey, maybe we need to call Leanne’s collection Oil Filter? And even though it was based on the Willamette River, that great muse, her outfits looked very New Yorky. Yes, also another word. Once again, the TV does not capture the real quality, I believe. Did you notice the judges calling her clothes “blue”?? I don’t know about your tv, but on mine (circa 1999, lo def) they looked green, not even close to blue.

So, to sum up, if I would be more likely to wear it, not a winner. I’m just not sophisticated, in a clothes kinda way. Judging from all the tears (it was the first ALL WOMEN finale! YAY!), you know those contestants really slaved to show their work. Kudos to them all, especially to Leanne, a PNW girl! She does have a distinctive eye and definite talent. I’ll be interested to see what she does with her winnings. Who did you all like? What’d you think?

And, more importantly, is it time for a new Top Chef season yet??

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