As I look back over the last post, I believe I have officially confirmed my reservation for a padded room given the amount of time I spent arranging and photographing the flops.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Try saying that three times fast.
For Girls Camp this year we are camping at the beach. One of the fun parts of camp is showering them with little gifts throughout the week, so I’ve been on the lookout for inexpensive doo-dads for the girls, since I must be mindful of the budget as well…
I’ve been wanting to find flip flops for them, but even $2.50 at Target has been a little pricey given the volume of flip flops needed. An ad for $1 flip flops at Old Navy started playing early last week. I was stoked! $1 is good, very good. Old Navy flip flops are good quality as these things go, so even better! I had it all set in my mind. They were on sale for $1 on Saturday only so I’d head over early in the day and pick up the 25 pairs or so I’d need. No problemo.
Only…then I read the fine print…5 pair limit. AARGH! Then, I hear that this was a THING. You know, early queues, crowds, hair pulling, etc. AND, they were opening at 7 am. Now, I was scared. But an idea planted is an idea not easily discarded (if that is even possible). I started scheming. Jeff stayed away, he knows how I get when I have that look in my eye.
First things first, I needed a plan. I called all the moms for shoe sizes and compiled my list. Next, I needed co-conspirators and maybe someone to drive the getaway car. Just kidding, but I did briefly consider disguises to move through the line multiple times (hair up, hair down, sweatshirt on, sweatshirt off, just enough to make them question…turned out not to be a problem—they didn’t care if you got back in line, but were firm on the 5 pair limit).
Angie and Corinna met me at 6:45 am (such early morning craziness, on a weekend no less, is a true sign of devotion!) I got there a few minutes early and made friends with people in front of me who were not buying their full quota, so they agreed to help me out. Thanks Theresa and Katie! I think we are now lifelong friends…Katie hugged me at the hand off. I was the third person in line with my first 5 pairs. Went to the car to drop them off then back in for my next batch (and locked my keys in the car!) Somewhere along the line, I went off plan and got too many 9’s and missed the 5. I looked like a flip flop scalper as we stacked them across the back of the car while waiting for AAA and we assessed the sizes in hand. I sent Corinna back into the fray for that elusive 5.
Success! Shh! Don’t tell the girls (I don’t think any of them read the blog…) Course, then the boys complained they didn’t get any so we were back at 2pm for them. Fortunately, boy colors (navy, black, brown) and sizes were still there but there wasn’t a brightly colored flip or flop for miles around! Made me feel especially wily for getting there early and grateful for my flip flop frenzy friends!
When Bryce was born and I got to stay home and be a mom I swore that I would savor the days with the baby and remember every minute. But now, nearly 13 years later, I can only remember snippets of moments. Things that are just so clear while you’re living them disappear *POOF*. It is the saddest thing ever.
So, here I am again, trying to memorialize the brief months that we get to spend with Justin before he leaves us for 2 years, maybe never again to LIVE with us (I’m not sure what to hope for here:) In the end, we just have to live what we are because living under a microscope hoping for “special moments” is a sure way to scare them away.
We’ve been to Disneyland…
We spent a lovely day in LA…
We celebrated Justin’s 19th (and 20th and 21st) birthday(s). What do you get a young man who will be living minimally for the next two years? A watch that can be stolen…and red velvet cake with creatively numbered candles.
I made a wish too when he blew out the candles, but I can’t tell you or it might not come true!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
This is my sock basket. I took this picture tonight. Here’s my system:
- Do laundry on Mondays
- Fold socks when clothes are removed from the dryer and throw into this basket on the floor of the laundry room
- Sock wearers remove their socks, preferably all at once (say, on Tuesday), but generally on an as needed basis
Today is Sunday. Sunday evening to be precise. Presumably, there will be 5 more pairs of socks removed tomorrow morning. It should be at the lowest point of the week. You can see there are more than five pairs in the basket.
Here is a conversation that occurred yesterday:
Tyler: Mom, I don’t have any socks.
Bryce: Ya mom, I never have any socks either.
So, I’m wondering whose socks are in the basket?
Return with me to a simpler time. I had a sock plan. With three boys + sports, a wise mother will make a sock plan. Here was mine:
- Justin: White, no-show Joe Boxer socks
- Tyler: White crew Hanes socks
- Bryce: White crew Goldline socks
- Jeff: dress socks (of course, which the boys all borrowed from on Sundays), and white ankle Adidas socks.
- Lisa: Whatever I want. I’m the only girl and after all, I fold them.
It was a lovely plan—a standard for domestic efficiency, if you ask me. Buy in bulk for the best price. If the dryer eats one, or there’s a hole, no problem, always plenty more where that came from. Matching and sorting to their owners was a cinch.
But my plan began to crumble when Justin wanted variety. Soon, I had black socks in the mix. Tyler wasn’t happy with his socks either. I could deal though. They could have one other option, but COULD NEVER have the same style as anyone else. That point was non-negotiable. Jeff went rogue. He claimed ignorance of the sock plan and purchased his own socks…that looked just like Justin’s.
Corporate greed also assaulted my plan. Do you know that Nike dri-fit socks have “rights” and “lefts” now? I have been assured by Justin and Tyler that they really can tell a difference. Of course, such custom fitting of socks makes one run faster and jump higher, that goes without saying.
One day when I went to fold socks, this is what I got:
My plan was in shambles. That was when I stopped sorting socks to their owners. I conceded that point of the plan and just matched the socks and tossed them in the basket. I think there are some pairs of socks that have gone unclaimed week after week until they have been there for over 3 years. We are in sore need of a sock overhaul.
I have sock issues.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Getting a little more current now…this only happened last weekend. Click HERE for the story and more pictures which helps show the magnitude of it all…
For the second year in a row, our stake has organized a service day at Castaic Lake and Canyon Country Park. We painted red curbs at Castaic Lake. Jeff and I are just now recovering from bending over and painting curbs for four hours. Somehow our biggest, strongest boys ended up with the rollers on poles, thus saving their backs and hamstrings.
I worked long and hard on a witty title and this is what I came up with.
Dateline: Friday, April 30th, LDS Prom
For the last 4 years our stake has participated in a multi-stake “LDS Prom” to offer our youth an alternative to the school proms. It’s more affordable and dress and behavior codes are strictly enforced. They do a fabulous job. This year it was held at the Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach and they offered many activities including karaoke and harbor cruises. They had a lot of fun.
I had to snap a picture of the back of Katelyn’s hair because it was beautiful. The wind was a little challenging for the girls and their cute hair.
Wes, Lauren, Dylan, Aralie, Katelyn & Tyler
Valencia 2nd Ward Prom Go-ers—aren’t they gorgeous?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Our house was built in 1978. Slowly, but surely, we have replaced most of the infrastructure (some more than once). This was a fun, and very necessary, upgrade.
I think it is/was real wood, painted MANY times, with moulding to create detail (and collect dust) and brass fixtures all original to the house. We went through a period where the lock didn’t unlock and/or the door didn’t close all the way…
It’s not terribly fancy, but I adore the color (it came primed and we painted it). Blue is my happy color. The glass is always tricky because we wanted a balance of privacy and light. Also, the front door looks straight up into the master bedroom so, well, you can never be too careful…
Bryce: Um, is that the color you want it to be?
Me: Yes! I love it, don’t you?
Bryce: Well, it’s not what I would have picked. I mean, I don’t think the house can really pull that look off. Sorry.
Looking at these pictures, I’m thinking I really need to add some container plants to set it off. However, I do not have good luck with container gardening and may be accused of involuntary plant- slaughter. Hmm, that reminds me of the famous children’s book:
If you buy a woman a front door, she’ll want a patio to go with it. If you buy a woman a patio, it will need landscaping. If you buy landscaping, she’ll need a new car to look great in the driveway…etc. *sigh*
OK, maybe doesn’t say EXACTLY that. But, today I’m very happy with my new blue door!!!
Friday, May 7, 2010
More catch up…
Dateline: April 4-10…………….Washington DC
I LOVE WASHINGTON DC. Outside of cities where I or my family has lived, it is probably the one I’ve visited most often. I don’t consider myself significantly political, but I do feel very patriotic and grateful for the free land we live in and the blessings that have come from the sacrifices of our forefathers so that we could live in this great land. It is not a perfect country, we do not have perfect leaders, and we are not a perfect people. But, there is DIALOGUE. I’m currently reading about the *miracle* of our Constitution, so revolutionary at the time, an act of compromise and, I believe, Supreme intervention. We are blessed.
But, I digress. Tyler really wanted to go with the 8th graders to Washington DC a few years ago. I was so excited that he’d want to go. It was pricey, and I told him that he and I should just go. It would be cheaper and we’d have more flexibility (and, well, I’d get to go!). But, the year came and went and we did not get there, leaving me with lingering guilt (mother’s are good at that) that I’d talked him out of his trip.
With the planets (ie school/sports schedules) in alignment, it finally seemed like a good time to go. Both boys were old enough to appreciate and had a desire to go. We missed Justin, he did not have a spring break and had never had a real desire to go. No, it would be relaxing. Yes, it would be work (transportation, walking, pondering, crowd dodging). But, I felt, well worth it.
We stayed in Arlington, Virginia and took the metro in to DC every day. It was HOT! Unexpectedly so since it had snowed a few weeks before. High 80’s every day except Friday, when it dropped 25 degrees after a Thursday night rainstorm. Crowds were at record levels given the perfect storm of spring break and blooming cherry blossoms.
So, excuse the travelogue. Probably only interesting to grandparents…If you’re planning a trip to our nation’s capital maybe it’ll help:)
Day 1: Library of Congress, Supreme Court, Congress, Air & Space Museum
I can’t believe that I’d never been to the Library of Congress before. It was high on the boys’ lists because of the last National Treasure movie. Ahh, history, I guess we’ll take it anyway we can get it? Anyway, I loved the architecture—beautiful! Also, I’d recently read a historical fiction book on illuminators and Gutenberg so it was amazing to see one of his bibles.
The most amazing exhibit, in my mind, was the Jefferson Library. When Congress was burned in the War of 1812, Jefferson offered to sell his mammoth collection of books to the Congress for the library for $23,950 in 1815. A second fire on Christmas Eve of 1851, destroyed nearly two thirds of the 6,487 volumes. A recent grant has provided the means to reconstruct this library. Within these plexi-glass shelves you can see original books from the collection, copies of books that were in the original collection, and the titles of books still left to be replaced. The depth and breadth of the topics and authors is staggering. The love for learning, pervasive.
Next stop, Supreme Court. I really need to do the tour sometime (oh good, a reason to go back!) We didn’t, just looked in the courtroom.
We had a scheduled tour at the Capitol courtesy of Congressman McKeon (more on that later). I don’t think I’ve been here since 9/11 so it was a much different experience. No more walking wherever you want in the dome room or surrounding rooms—all is very tightly controlled. Our tour guide had the most annoying voice/smile thing going on that I had a hard time overcoming. I can perfectly replicate it, just ask me.
After the tour, we also had tickets to the view the House chambers, although unfortunately Congress was not in session this week. Despite that fact, we had to strip all electronics (including car door clickers, cameras, phones, etc.) and leave them in a coat check area and then walk through another metal detector to get into the room. It’s smaller than it looks on tv.
By this time, we were starving. It was probably 2 or 3 o’clock and there had not been an opportunity to eat. We thought we’d just find a vendor on the way to the Air and Space Museum but we went blocks and blocks without seeing one. We finally saw a “roach coach” just before the museum and settled. Bad move. I mention this incident only because of it’s pure awful-ness. I won’t go into many details, but it was memorable for the color tone of the hot dogs as well as the overall decay of the condiments. Course we found a nice clean vendor or two around the corner, but the appetite was long gone.
We (Jeff and I) thought the boys would really like this museum—it’s usually a real kid pleaser. In truth, I think they were a little bored by it (they did like astronaut ice cream and the flight simulators). Or, maybe they were just tired from the morning (or sick from the “lunch”).
Here’s more from Day 1:
Day 2: Monuments and Memorials, Museum of US History
Always breathtaking and thought provoking, we walked from memorial to memorial. I seemed particularly taken with the Washington Monument this trip. I have never gone inside and had hoped to this time, but found out that tickets are distributed each day at 8am and are usually gone by 8:30am. Needless to say, that didn’t happen. Maybe next time (reason #2 to get back!).
Last time I was in DC, the World War II Memorial was just about to open, but was surrounded by chain link fencing. It was nice to walk the plaza. My favorite part, though, was watching Jeff and Tyler. Jeff walked Tyler around the plaza and told him stories about his Grandfather Leslie Anderson.
I still tear up every time I enter the main room of the Lincoln Memorial.
Mr. President seemed thirsty when we walked by, so we shared. I think they liked the US History Museum—there was a special exhibit on the ‘Price of Peace’ or, in other words, war, which seemed to captivate them.
I sneaked away to see the First Lady gowns—Mrs. Obama’s inaugural gown is already there!
More from Day 2:
Day 3: National Archives, White House Visitor’s Center, Ford’s Theater
So we encountered our first major line at the National Archives. Again, I thank National Treasure. We waited over an hour, but Bryce declared, “I am not leaving Washington DC without seeing the Declaration of Independence!” Well, then, ok. The sad thing is the ink on the Declaration is almost totally faded away, but the Constitution still looks amazing. The Magna Carta is currently there on loan.
In the distant background is the White House. It is as near as we have come to getting in the doors! Last time I was in DC, I foolishly thought I could just wait in line and visit. It was then I learned that you have to request tickets through your Congressperson. As soon as we knew we were coming, I contacted Congressman McKeon’s office. Incidentally, he is a member of our stake and Jeff has met with him for business purposes.
About two weeks before we received tickets for the tour of Congress, but regrets for the White House tour. Tours have been limited since 9/11. It is now my personal mission to get inside! (Reason #3 to return, if anyone is keeping count!) Ironically, the Mrs. Obama proclaims the White House is “the People’s House” during the visitor center video. Oh yeah? Well, I want in!
This is in front of Ford’s Theater. Try clicking on it to see the sign on the right. They have resumed using the playhouse for productions and we got tickets to see Little Shop of Horrors. It was very fun. It did seem weird to view that campy show in the place where President Lincoln was assassinated.
Day 4: Bureau of Engraving and Printing (fail), Jefferson Memorial, Spy Museum, Museum of Natural History
One of the favorite tours Jeff and I’ve done that we really thought Bryce and Tyler would like is the Bureau of Engraving and Printing. You are able to see how money is made and the gift store is really fun. Who doesn’t love money? They were really looking forward to it.
Well, turns out, this is another venue that distributes tickets at the definitely un-vacation hour of 8. When we got there at 10, we were out of luck and bummed. Next time (reason #4).
We consoled ourselves by visiting the Jefferson Memorial, which is not really convenient to anything else. We then metro’d up to the FBI building to visit the gun room, a memory Jeff had that he thought would be interesting for the boys. Fail again, the FBI hasn’t allowed visitors since 9/11. Next stop: the Spy Museum.
The Spy Museum was the only tour we paid for. It was definitely more commercial, but was interesting. The initial line was a pain, but once you’re in you have to assume a “cover” and learn espionage strategies. It’s make believe for boys!
Last stop, the Natural History Museum. We had watched Night at the Museum 2 (which uses as it’s locations the Smithsonian Museums) the night before on pay-per-view, so we were prepared. However, the boys were done at this point, so they suffered through seeing the dinosaurs and we headed back to the hotel.
Day 5: Arlington National Cemetery
Our plane left in the afternoon, so we decided to run out in the morning to Arlington. Jeff had never been there and I hadn’t been there since high school, so it was pretty new for all of us.
It is such a massive property, but the tram makes it do-able. Of course we saw the Kennedys. Jacqueline and Edward have been laid to rest since I was there last. It’s interesting that John Jr. is not there (I don’t know where he’s buried). Poor tragic family.
While we were there, there was a military funeral going on, complete with a horse-drawn hearse (there’s another word for that but I can’t spell it), and a military band. I cried. Brave soldier.
We were able to watch the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Such gallantry, tradition, honor, and reverence. Wow.
I saw this headstone there—don’t know if it’s an ancestor, but would love to find out.
As I mentioned, it cherry blossoms were blooming (where the heat hadn’t knocked them out!) These pictures don’t capture their prolific color:
Can’t wait to get back!