Monday, October 27, 2008

I’m exhausted. But in a good way!

Where to start? How about the part where I almost caught on fire? So, yeah. Friday night we had our neighbors over for what we, in our cul-de-sac, like to call a fireside chat. I’m sitting in this big, heavy, Adirondack chair with a sleeping Sweet Pea in my lap when suddenly the bottom falls out of our ceramic fire pit. I was in that awkward sitting position where you’re semi reclined and your butt is lower than your knees. Add 28 lbs of dead weight, and I literally couldn’t move. I was trying to push the chair back with my feet, but it’s just too heavy. And the guys were all too busy doing their best Keanu Reeves impression…”Whoa…” “Cool dude…” (I think there were a couple of empty wine bottles on the counter at that point.) So finally I just yelled, “MOVE ME! MY FEET ARE BURNING!”

Big excitement. I thought for sure the entire backyard was going to go up in flames. But apparently dead leaves aren’t quite the kindling I thought they would be. Thank goodness.

Sadly, we are now out a fire pit. Damnit! I do so love the fireside chat. Stupid Home Depot cheapassed fire pit...

Moving on.

Saturday Mr. G and I were invited to a grown up Halloween party. It was the first time we’ve dressed up in years. And I have to say that someone at our house really got into it. And I looked pretty good too.

Sweet Pea was all about helping us get ready. Mr. G was Guitar Hero. So in addition to actually dying his long locks last weekend, he had black nail polish, black eyeliner, a press on tattoo, and a plastic guitar. I’m not even going to lie to you, he looked kinda hot.

I was his vampire groupie. Basically I just dressed kinda trashy and had silver fangs. Those fangs were a hit! But every time I laughed I would bite my lip, and that hurt like a son of a witch. And today I have a blister on my gums. So in case you were wondering, I’m not going to turn into one of those vampire people who drink their lover’s blood.

Anyway, back to Sweet Pea. There was a meltdown. I think it was caused by a combination of staying up a little late the night before, getting into the stash of chocolate bars from the s’mores we made by the campfire, seeing Daddy in eyeliner*, and OMG having one of her most favoritest babysitters in the whole world come over. She spent the afternoon acting like that little girl in the SNL skits. The one who goes, “Rick, Rick, Rick” and runs around like she badly needs some Ritalin – you know who I mean? Then when it was time for us to go she f.r.e.a.k.e.d. Screaming. Kicking. Wailing. I pulled out every parenting skill I could think of to no avail. In the end I was completely prepared to cave into her massive tantrum. That’s probably bad. But seriously, there was no way we could have in good conscience left her like that. So after lots of tender coaxing I got all tough love Mommy and told her that if I didn’t get to dress up and go to my party she couldn’t either. She had to choose between staying home with me and going Trick or Treating. She actually told me to THROW HER COSTUME IN THE GARBAGE and stay home with her. Oy.

Then she saw how much fun baby brother was having taking a bath while Miss Favorite Babysitter entertained him with an arsenal of tub toys. And just like that the cloud passed.

*Quote of the night, “Daddy, you look like a woman!”

Off we went to the party. Which was amazing. The house was completely decked out. I bet there were 40 carved and lit jack o’ lanterns. And even though I literally didn’t know a soul except the hosts, we had a BLAST. Awesome people. Great food. Fabulous music. And the costumes! The costumes! I am reminded why I wanted to be a theater teacher…

Sunday we had an amazing dinner and carved pumpkins with our good friends. E made the entire menu out of a fall Martha Stewart Magazine. Props to her, because it looked complicated. But it sure tasted fabulous. Sausages, apples and sauerkraut, roasted root veggies, and for desert baked plums and chocolate chip cookies. Uh…yummy.

It has just occurred to me that I didn’t take a single picture of any of this stuff. No costumes, no pumpkin carving. Whoa. I’m off my game.

And then this morning after I dropped the kids off at school I had coffee with a psychic. It was considerably less “airy fairy” than you would think. But she said some things to me that have my brain on overdrive. Change is in the air for me. And I think that’s good.

But right now I need a nap.

~Clover

Friday, October 24, 2008

We started a new tradition with some friends of ours. It's a Fall Weekend Extravaganza. First we all meet in N. Idaho to watch some Vandal Football. Then we head to E. Washington for some pumpkin patching. And then we have a birthday party for my friend Tricka*. It makes for a busy weekend, but the fun factor outweighs the chaos factor.

*That's not really her name. She's not a stripper or anything like that.

We took some great pictures while we were visiting the assortment of farms in Green Bluff. What a cool place!

My only regret is that because I was freezing cold (read: dressed inappropriately for the weather) I only got pictures of the girls and Sweet William. I think because they were slower moving. And also, for some reason they decided that I was going to buy them a busload of pumpkins. So they stuck close. There were three handsome dudes with us (in addition to Will) that day. But alas, they are not preserved in digital form. Not on my blog anyway.

Enjoy the pictures of my chillins. The pumpkins aren't the only things growing like crazy 'round here.








This is our porch all decked out for Halloween.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

So, you know how I mentioned that I lost my keys last week? I didn’t realize they were missing until I tried to leave for work on Tuesday morning, and so began the tearing apart of my house. Seriously, it felt like we looked everywhere. I actually had given up and decided that either a small person dropped them down a heat register, or that they had been thrown away with the wrapping paper and stuff from Sweet Will’s birthday party. So frustrating!

Fast forward to yesterday. My friend E emails me suggesting (lightheartedly) that I call a psychic. I respond that I’m about that desperate, and how do I go about finding a psychic? This was her response – cause it was funny:

“As for finding a psychic, I haven’t seen daytime TV in awhile, maybe the phone book? OK, I just googled it and here is what I came up with:
Lelelewa Tano Rikiho
Psychic Sheila Suga Shack
Gaile Hensley Psychic Intutitive


(Phone numbers and addresses have been deleted, because for some reason that seems inappropriate, even though we got their phone numbers and addresses off the interweb in the first place.)

Sheila Suga Shack is the clear choice. Lelelewa gets props for her exotic name, but the Psychic “Intutitive” a) cannot spell, and b) lives in an apartment, so is probably not that good.”

So you guessed it, I called Sheila Suga Shack. And yes, she actually answers the phone, “Sheila’s Suga Shack.” I asked her how the whole thing worked, and she told me about her rates - $75 for a private hour long reading. And her procedure – bring stuff for her to touch. We talked for a little bit, and then I said, “How are you at finding lost things?” She replied, “What did you lose?” I told her I lost my car keys several days ago, and that I had torn my house apart looking for them.

She said, “Do you have two purses?” I said, “Kind of, I have a diaper bag.” And she said, “I feel like they got lost in a transition of some kind, like when you were switching between your purse and that bag. You need to take everything out of that diaper bag. Turn it upside down and dump it out.”

And then I kind of naysayed her a little, saying I had checked there multiple times. She just kept repeating the lost in transition thing, and then said, “They are in a bag. Look in every bag you own.” So last night, stubborn me looked (again!) in the nooks and crannies of the car, Sweet Pea’s backpacks/purses, all my grocery bags, my gym bag, the art supply bag, all the gift bags from the birthday party, the bag where I keep fabric, and then finally and grudgingly I dumped out the diaper bag. Again. Voila, keys.

I might put her on speed dial.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I am back to reality today after a lovely and rare weekend alone with Mr. G. We took off to the hills for a day and a half of adult only entertainment. Namely, sleeping uninterrupted and eating without sharing. Good times!

This time of year is beautiful in central Idaho, and I thought I would take you on a hike through Ponderosa State Park. I never fancied myself a leaf peeper before Saturday. But now I'm hooked. The colors were unbelieveable. And bonus, there wasn't another soul in sight. Just what we needed.

While you're putting on your hiking shoes I have to share a little bit of Mommy Heartbreak from this morning. I was dropping Sweet Pea off at preschool. Mondays are sometimes tough for her. What can I say, she's my velcro baby. She was trying to muster up a smile and a kiss goodbye when she asked her teacher where her BFF N. was. The teacher responded that N. had moved to a new school! Friday was her last day...Sweet Pea was devistated. I've never seen her so heartbroken. She just wept on my shoulder for a good 5 minutes. I'm so sad for her. There have been three in her little girl gang since they were barely able to sit up, and now both the other girls have moved away. Poor bebe. I promised to arrange a playdate. But geeze, it's hard to be a kid. Even though N. is just across town, to Sweet Pea it must seem like she's gone forever.

My big girl dried her tears and went off to class with a hug from another girl to cheer her up. I hope she had a good day today. I'm going to hit post and then jet out of here to pick her up.

And now campers, you're hiking the Meadow Marsh Loop, and ending on the beach at Payette Lake. Watch your step and be quiet so you don't scare the deer away!



















This last one is a bonus shot. The meadow out our front door on Sunday morning.



~Clover

Friday, October 17, 2008

Whew. Why does it alwasy seem like summer is going to be so busy, and then FALL is what really hits me squarely between the eyes? I can't believe how chaotic life has been for us the last few weeks.

But here's a little secret. Part of me kinda thrives on the chaos. I think that particular personality trait drives my mom a little batty. Right Mom? But I get antsy at home. I want to get out of the house and hit the road. Vandal games, weekends with friends, trips to the pumpkin patch...BRING IT! There's nothing good on TV anymore anyway. And my kids always seem up for the adventure.

So that's what we've been up to. Everything! There will be pictures to share soon. I'm sure you're shocked to hear that we took a million of them. Especially cute are the pumpkin patch photos. Soon. Soon.

Right now I'm getting ready to sit down with my bank statement and get back on track with my monthly spreadsheet of expenses. Woo. It's a task I have a love hate thing with. Mostly hate. But it IS a good thing to do. I need to do it...I went to a financial conference for women yesterday called "Smart Women. Smart Money." It was EXCELLET. If you are a woman who lives in Idaho or can get to Idaho you should really plan to come with me next year. I learned a ton and it was actually pretty fun. Anyway, I was reminded how much more in control of things I feel when I know where all our money goes. And right now that is huge, isn't it? The world seems a scary place to me with talk of a Depression. I'll be honest, I worry about what will happen to us. But worry doesn't do any good, does it? Nope. Anticipation, preparedness, and a PLAN will get us through the next few months, maybe even the next couple of years. Which are sure to be rocky.

But this too shall pass. And I refuse to panic. (repeat)

There was an amazing speaker yesterday named Mary Hunt. I could have kissed that woman for all the practical advice she gave. (Including: Don't Panic! This too shall pass!) She has some online tools that I am going to check out to help keep me on track and motivated. If you're interested in doing the same visit Debt Proof Living. Smart lady.

And before I wish you bonne weekend, I am sharing this cool little piece of cyber art. It's called a Wordle. I gave the URL to this blog to the wordle generator and it created this based on the words used in recent posts. Bigger words have been used more times. Hmmm. Wine is a big word. Yea! That makes me like me just a little more.

Oh, and before I go. Would you mind looking around for my car keys? They're missing. Just check under your chair there. No? Damn. Thanks anyway.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Friday, October 10, 2008

Ten years ago today I married my best friend.



There was not a moment's hesitation. No nervousness at the back of the church. He was THE ONE and I couldn't wait to walk down that aisle.

He is the kindest man I have ever met. His smile lights up a room. I am so fiercely proud of him and all that he has worked so hard to become. His sense of humor is legendary. He is an incredible father. And he has a totally sweet ass.

Every day I am so thankful for our friendship, our partnership, our committment to each other. He makes the grungy everyday stuff worth it. He makes our future seem like an amazing adventure.

AND HE IS SO FREAKING SEXY WHEN HE EMPTIES THE DISHWASHER!!!

(see how that works ladies?)

Thank you for 10 amazing years Baby! It seems like just yesterday...

I love you more than I could ever tell you.



~Clover

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Finally, much promised Wine Weekend entertainment.

I am trying out this new application I found called Scrapblog. It seemed appropriate given that there needed to be a tiny bit of narritive with my pictures. And also since my pictures aren't very high res. Let me know what you think. I put it together pretty quickly, I think it took about an hour. It was easy to use and had a ton of design elements to choose from. You could do some neat stuff there if you really wanted to spend some time. I have an idea for a birthday collage for Sweet William.

Anyhoo...enjoy! I promise the pictures aren't blurry because of all the (hic) wine we drank.