No Longer Chasing the Green Card

Beauty Myths Debunked by My Life Experiences....

2011-10-31T19:35:00.000-07:00

1. "Buy your sunblock from the Dermo's office..it is the best stuff."

The crap from the Dermo's office was $50.00 and I think it actually attracted the sun's rays.

My Neutrogenia Sports Face 70 NEVER let me down. http://www.drugstore.com/neutrogena-ultimate-sport-face-sunblock-lotion-spf-70/qxp213697?catid=159098&fromsrch=nuetrogena+sports+face

2. " Don't spend extra money on make up, because drug store make up has the same ingredients as department store products."

Not true- I figured this one out when I was 12-years old on a babysitting gig. Yes, I used the makeup in the bathroom & it was of department store brand. AND the colors were stunning, the makeup went on smoother, and overall the make up lasted longer.

(Okay, confession, I do like one drug store brand..I adore the Boots No 7 Lights Illuminating Lotion. This stuff rocks. http://www.shopbootsusa.com/product/4135)

3. "Certain famous models use items in the pantry and refrigerator for skin care." As I was growing up, I read many articles that described models and actresses cleansing and moisturizing their respective faces with avocado scrubs, oatmeal masks, Crisco, bananas, honey, etc.

I can only say, this crap doesn't work. If I use products that belong in the kitchen, I get clogged pores, boil sized face zits, shiny skin. I call B.S.!

3. "You can just buy hair dye at the store and do it yourself."

Umm, maybe YOU can, but I look like a freakin' patchwork quilt of oranges, yellows, and reds.

4. "Spray tans have come a long way...they go on without streaking and the color has improved." No, no, no.

5. "I know you asked me not to cut your cuticles, but they need attention, and I have been trained how to do this professionally."

You will make me bleed and give me hang nails that will take 4 weeks to heal.

6. "Just use wax on that upper lip stache. "

Don't- you will do this for a decade...and then some nice cosmetologist will point out that the weekly wax tugging has given you wrinkles.

7. "Most acne creams have the same active ingredients- just choose one."

My adult hormone acne begs (in a big ugly way) to differ.

MMA-

2011-10-31T19:34:00.000-07:00

Lie to me...or don't...I won't know....

2011-06-05T17:32:00.000-07:00

While driving with Chan to his movie date:

Me: Chan- who are you meeting at the movies?

Chan: Tersely- "Someone."

Me: "A girl?"

Chan: "Yes mom, a girl."

Me: "Do I know her?"

Chan: Irritated- "No Mom- you don't"

Me: "Aha...I can tell by the way were lips are pursed that I know her....hmmmm. Is she from ROTC? Does she attend [your highs school]?"

Chan: "No Mom, she is not in ROTC...and yes, I go to school with her."

Me: "LIAR- SHE is in ROTC...I can tell ...by the way you exhibited a vocal tremor!

Chan: Quietly shaking his head...well, sort of disgustedly shaking his head....

Me: "Are you dating a guy?"

Chan: Exasperated- "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Me: "Nothing- I just got your truth baseline."

No- YES!!!

2011-06-01T20:54:00.000-07:00

My bestest and I had the honor of providing therapy for one of the most lively, fun, beautiful spirits ever. Therapy sessions with this elderly woman often went like this. (Obviously, names are changed).

Bestest and/or Me: "Samantha let's have some ice cream."

Samantha: Emphatically- "NO- THAT is a HORRIBLE IDEA. YOU HAVE HORRIBLE IDEAS. LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Bestest and/or Me: "You are RIGHT. Horrible idea- Let's not do it."

Samantha calms. We wait 30 seconds.

Bestest and/or me: "Samantha!"

Samantha: "What?"

Bestest and/or me: "We are hungry, let's eat ice cream!"

Samantha: Excitedly- "OKAY! Let's! Oh this is delicious! Thank you!"

And so our sessions went. Samantha was initially disgusted with anything we suggested or requested- Then, she would quickly change her mind and express deep gratitude.

As Samantha tip toed to meet her maker-I imagine that the conversation went like this:

"Samantha! Let's go to heaven!"

Samantha: "No! I don't want to go right now!

30 seconds lapse

"Samantha!"

Samantha: "What?"

"Let's see what is going on in heaven"

Samantha " Okay, Let's!...Oooohhh this is so lovely. Thank you!!"

God bless you Samantha- we loved knowing you!

Note to MMA Mamas

2011-04-16T19:16:00.000-07:00

Little league doesn't really prepare you for watching your offspring fight in MMA.
No one mentions this, so if you are a Mama, who has a child...and your baby decides to like MMA...just be forewarned. While you are watching the fights, you may feel the Mama Bear in you...and she may want to pummel your child's opponent.
Also, you will sit beside your child as s/he is preparing to fight. And you will say supportive things, and try to appear calm. But your jaw will be clenched, and your muscles will be tight, and you will feel like vomiting.
And if you are lucky MMA mama, YOUR mama will be with you...and she will share feelings and empathize with your anxieties...and she will also want to pummel her grandchild's opponent.

Gotta love it when family sticks together.

Wild Hogs... and my limited memory...and Chan's patience...

2011-04-09T08:34:00.000-07:00

Chan: Hey- You wanna check out Madrid

Me: Sure! Isn't that where they filmed that movie...
Me: What was it called? Ground Hog? Road Hog? ......what was it?

Chan: Wild Hogs Mom, Wild Hogs...Are we going to be stuck behind this truck the whole way? Don't you want to pass?
Me: Nope- not passing! Wild Hogs!

Chan: Wouldn't it be cool if we could see Maggie's Diner?

Me: Was that the name of the place?

Chan: Yes, Mom Maggie's Diner....

Spring & Thin Mints....

2011-04-03T10:00:00.000-07:00

Spring is about Puppies- Doesn't everybody get a new puppy in the Spring?Spring is about the most beautious Iris
& Puppies!
& Les Fluers
& handsome boys with their new puppy.
& blue skies with ???? Everyday- from the east and west the city- these projectiles are blasted into space. What are they???
But, I digress...apple blossoms- that is what Spring is about.
That and a tummy ache from the full box of thin mints last night.

Introducing our new puppy "Brownie!"

2011-03-16T19:24:00.000-07:00

What breed of dog is she?Beats me....but she is a cutie!
Has she met Cliffy or Valley?
No way.
She gives great kisses.
And we are happy to have her here!

A Boy and His Truck!

2011-03-14T18:34:00.000-07:00

This is Chan asking, " Is that truck on the side of the house mine?"This is Chan with his new key!

This is Chan about to wreck his truck into my car...
He is ignoring me and putting it into gear.
Then Scott steps in!

Open Space Visitor Center

2011-03-14T18:23:00.000-07:00

Mark Chavez, Chainsaw Sculptor

is one talented guy.

Arbol De Vida- or Tree of Life
I want one of these for my B-day!
Tell Scott!

I Can't Believe That I Had to Learn That Lesson....

2011-02-11T16:03:00.001-08:00

A casual acquaintance at work asked me to loan her some money. Actually, she asked me to loan her $200.00 ....and I agreed.

Until I got home and Scott questioned my sanity. Then, Scott showed me the finances. Then, I realized, I don't have $200.o0 to loan. So, I texted the person and asked if $50.00 would help. Of course it would.

Payback day was last Friday. Not going into detail...but suffice it to say, there were some untruths and some avoidance.

And then there are my friends...and family...who are quite funny.

Guess which of these belong to Scott-

"If I had known you were given out money, I would have gotten in line!"

" I told you so- why don't you listen to me."

"Mom, I need some money for lunch...oh yeah, I forgot, you gave it away."

" What don't you ever LISTEN to me."

"Can I borrow a few hundred...hahahahahah Just Kidding!"

"Seriously, I told you this was going to happen."

All I can say is that I clearly learned a lesson. I am truly disheartened by this. Because, in all of my years, I have NEVER lent money that didn't get paid back. Nor has anyone ever lied to me about their ability to repay me. This was the first...and I guess the last time...this has happened.

Unless you are my good friend...then I'll lend you $50.00 haha.

Walking the Rio Grande

2011-01-23T18:06:00.000-08:00

Albuquerque's valley has a series of irrigation ditches or canals. Basically, the water from melting snow in the mountains is collected and distributed among the ditches. I was lucky to grow up in a home that was on "the ditch" and we were able to utilize the water to irrigate our lawn, gardens, and ourselves. I don't know how clean the water is now...but as a kid- we played in the ditch water the entire summer. There are rules for playing in ditch water. We were allowed to play in the little canal bordering our back yard. However, that canal was fed by water directed from a bigger ditch...and then there is the BIG ditch- Which is the Biggest of the three. We were never allowed to walk the border of or play on or near the BIG ditch. So I did on the sly. Sometimes..
Next to the Rio Grande, There is a "little" ditch and the BIG ditch.
This is the Rio Grande in the Winter.
When younger, in the summers, we used to walk past the ditches, through the brush, and into the Rio Grande. With a Pony Keg.
Walking on the Rio Grande is a different experience each time- depending on the time of year and who is with you.
Usually, I focus on nature. When Scott is with me- He likes to focus on the "missiles" that are being denoted on the east and west side of the city. He convinces me that we are sending practice missiles to oceans.... or worse. Then, I remember- I grew up here.
This type of activity occurs almost hourly. There is a huge military presence here. The "missiles" are just one of many odd novelties of living here-that I choose to ignore.

Instead, I focus on the little dot up in the sky - that is an identifiable flying object.
The hot air balloon. I love this place.

Happy Birthday Scott!

2011-01-23T18:03:00.001-08:00

Did I Ever Tell You About How Scott & I Met?

2010-12-12T14:39:00.000-08:00

I had this awesome roommate once. We were undergrads, young, and beyond fun. Really- the sun just rose and set on us. I know that this is hard to imagine, BUT I once lived on the wild side. & I shared housing with a friend who lived on the WILDER side. & together... we were a terrific mess.

So, this roommate- "Marie" and I went to school together, lived together, and worked together. How does Scott play into this? Marie was the reason that I met Scott. She had an ex-boyfriend who was life guarding at the local Air Force Base pool. She would spend her off-time on base, sunning and swimming (obviously, pre 9/11). One day, she called me- very excited- insisting that I come to the pool "TODAY!" because "They shipped in 500 Marines...with NO OFF-BASE privileges!"

Uh ladies....this means a serious lack of competition. I quickly donned the purple bikini and got on base-. I met Marie poolside. Wow. We both sat there scanning our options. Don't judge. When simultaneously our eyes landed on a marine wearing red trunks. "Dibs"- We said it in unison. I cringed. "Let's scissor, paper, rock for him," I suggested. We did and I won.

Scott, his friend Matt, Marie, and I spent a lot of time together that Summer and had the best time of my single life. Hands down. The best.

Towards the end of that Summer...Marie's joints started swelling and bruising..she was feeling fatigued. She went to our doctor who quickly diagnosed her with "Lupus"...and so Marie's battle began.

With our move to Florida- I lost touch with Marie- had been trying to find her via FB- to no avail. Now, that we are back- I tried again and found that she had gone on to meet her maker in July.

So, this, in Memory of "Marie"-

She is the most free spirit that I have ever known

She is the instrument that brought Scott to me and me to Scott

She is a part of some of the best times and memories of my life

With her went some of the funniest inside jokes EVER.

I will always love her and the impact that she made.

To Marie- May God Be With You Always.

I Like Big Butts...

2010-12-06T19:06:00.000-08:00

I like Scott and Chandelier too. Although, they are NOT butts - Chandelier IS trying to hide from the camera lens.
But, I DO like big butts and I can not lie. These cute butts belong to the horses at the recent tree lighting and luminaria lighting in Old Town New Mexico.
& there is the pretty face to go with the rear....
& the big tree
They like big butts too.

The Peeper

2010-11-21T10:05:00.000-08:00

This week, our next door neighbor informed Scott that basically her husband had been peeping through our bedroom window. She asked him if we could get the window covered. The window is a high window. You would have to want to peep to peep.

He assured her that we had ordered new coverings for all of the windows- we are just waiting for delivery and installation.
Meanwhile, I used some of Chandler's wrestling mats to block the view of any prying eyes. They actually are so black, that they make the window a mirror. You can see the reflection of the neighbors swamp cooler & their blinds.
Anywho, we have had a problem with a nosy neighbor before...& Scott usually nipped it in the bud by performing a special commando dance for her. Maybe he learned it in the Marines. But, the performance is ...noteworthy and hilarious.
I left a tip jar out for him- in case he feels the need to do it again.

The [Serendipitous] Gift of Fear

2010-11-08T17:31:00.000-08:00

One semester, in college, I needed a couple of extra credits to fulfill financial aid requirements. The class could be in any area, so I choose a Woman's Self Defense course. The class, instructors, and fellow students made this one of my favorite college courses.

The instructor strongly suggested that we read Gavin de Becker's book entitled, "The Gift of Fear." If you have not read this book...go thee and read it immediately. The author is a three-time presidential appointee who has pioneered changes regarding governmental evaluation of threats.

On a personal level, the book gave me permission to listen to my "sixth" sense and to accept fear as a gift that allows me to quickly react to keep safe. The book explained the "science" of fear and summarizes how our subconscious quickly observes and notices danger long before our conscious brain is able to make sense of the same.

Why bring up this book now? Because, since I have read the book- back a hundred years ago- I have used it to help me make decisions for not just myself, but my family. Chan-man made plans for this weekend. I didn't like the plan-basically- that uncomfortable feeling kept nagging. So, I had to let him know that I wasn't comfortable and he had to cancel.

As many of you know, this was going to stink for both of us. Him, because of his disappointment. Me, because I was going to have to live with him.
But, something awesome happened...and he put aside his...shall we say, "strong feelings on the matter..." and agreed to go hiking. Just the two of us.
No cell phone coverage. Just mountains, trees, birds, and my sweet baby.
The day truly was a God-gift. Thanks & Amen!

Play that funky music white boy....

2010-10-24T17:19:00.000-07:00

I, for one, am happy to see Vanilla Ice on DIY Network. The show is good- & I never understood all that hating- I have some of his songs on my IPod...twice.But, I have only have two friends who continue to share and appreciate my taste in music. You know who you are.

Yo man -- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Are Kato & Cody Cousins?

2010-10-17T08:43:00.000-07:00

Macsoft- Shop Talk

2010-10-09T10:20:00.000-07:00

I spend a lot of time in a local skilled nursing facility. Often, I speak with a resident named "Mildred." Mildred and I tend to have conversations very similar to ones that I have with my grandmother...the ones that are on a loop because of short term memory loss.

Every time I see her, I ask her, "Did you have some lunch?" and she responds with, "I wouldn't have missed it!" and I ask her, "What did you eat?"

Without fail, she answers, " Oh...I don't know...same stuff Macsoft." The first time we had this conversation, I just assumed she was talking about some Macaroni. However, about 5 minutes later, I was standing in the elevator, and came to a realization. Which made me giggle out loud...which made people try to move away from me.

When people are having a hard time chewing regular food, sometimes they get a chopped up softer diet called "Mechanical Soft"- When residents get their trays, often a slip of paper comes with the food indicating "Mech Soft."

So, I guess Mildred is correct, she is eating "Macsoft" everyday.

Thank You DQ!

2010-10-02T14:33:00.001-07:00

My. Math. Skills. Are. Limited.

My basic math skills are an embarrassment to me & those who know me.

Numbers go into a certain part of my brain & get jumbled and lost. It is like I have number dyslexia.

This is so sad that it is funny. At one time, my mother owned a company and hired me to reconcile payroll with the ledge. It was just inputing numbers on an adding machine & matching totals. I stunk. She literally fired me in two days. Two days, she gave me the "We really like you, but your not working out." Whatever.

After high school- my local college said that I could attend, if I would take a few of their lower-level math courses. My professors were patient and kind. Go Lobos!!! I passed because I study well- but my skills remain limited.

One time, while Vegas with my mother in law, she tried on this beautiful bracelet. It was the most gorgeous item I had ever seen. I looked at the price tag- don't remember the exact about- but I thought it was $2, 300. I encouraged her to buy it. It was frivolous, but GORGEOUS. Later, she tells my husband that I tried to get her to purchase a $23,000 bracelet. Ohhhh! THAT IS why she thought I had been drinking!!

So, back in high school, the local Dairy Queen hired me. This job was probably the best thing that ever happened to my math muddled mind. They had cash register- so, I figured- it would do the math for me. HOWEVER, the son's owner (David) insisted that we learn how to count back cash to the customer when giving change. Something is 1.50, they give you a five, you say ".50 is $2.00, and $3.00 makes $5.00. THANK YOU DAVID!!!

Because, today, Chandler volunteered us to work the Balloon Fiesta - & at 3:o0 a.m., when the staff was assigning volunteers...I kept muttering my mantra. Please, not the ticket booth....please NOT the ticket booth.

Guess what Scott & I were assigned? There was no register- I had to multiply, subtract, and count back change. Scott, knowing my limitations was mortified for me. It took a few hundred tickets, but I got into the swing of things. The old DQ technique came back to me. Who knew?

A synopsis and compilation -

2010-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00

If you have to think twice before giving someone your cell number...just err on the side of caution.

7:00 am- Nancy- " Hi"

7:30 am - Nancy- "Hi"

8:15 am- Nancy- "Hi"

8:45 am- Phone rings- It is Nancy- I let it go to voice mail. No message.

10:00 am- Nancy - "Hi"

11:00 am- Me- "Hi Nancy- How are you doing?"

11:01 am- Nancy- "Why are you texting me?"

11:45 am- Me - "You sent me some texts."

12:00 am Nancy- "Hi"

1:00 pm- Me- "Hi Nancy, you have to quit texting me today- Okay?" I have to work now.

1:00 pm- Nancy- " I'm mad at you."

1:01 Pm - Me " Sorry, talk with you later."

11:00- 1:30 am- Nancy - "Hi" 8 times.

1:30 am Scott to Nancy- " Nancy, this is Mr. H. It is inappropriate to text this often or this late. Please stop!"

1:35 am Nancy to Scott- "Sorry Pal."

On the Oil Spill

2010-09-02T15:41:00.000-07:00

Did you hear about the government report indicating that only about a quarter of the oil remained...and the rest was either removed, DISSOLVED or EVAPORATED?!
Whew! Crisis averted. I, for one, am soooo relieved. Mother nature took care of that FAST. I knew that the gulf waters helped me with my psoriasis...but, this is taking the power of the salt and sea to a whole new level.

Then, I started thinking about those pesky oil stains in my drive. All this time, certain (clipboard carrying) members of the Neighborhood Association have been complaining about the oil stains. & ALL I needed was to harness the POWER OF THE GULF.
I picked up some of my favorite beach sand and shells from Honeymoon Beach. Placed them on the unsightly stains.
Added water...I tried to simulate that wave action of the gulf. Then, I waited for Mother Nature to do her thing.

Must of done it wrong. Because, nothing dissolved. Nothing evaporated. I am just not getting the same results that the government reported.

Really, it must be my methodology..because I would never question the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration and the Department of Interior findings. Never.

On Seeing Granma

2010-08-24T18:46:00.000-07:00

My Granma lives with dementia- Her short term memory is on a loop. Her long term memory is generally more reliable. Conversations with her are always a gift. She provides unexpected pockets of clarity...and sometimes hilarity. Her comments are insightful and refreshingly honest. This combined with the wisdom of her years.

It has been at least 10 months since I have been able to see her- As I rounded the corner, I recognized her profile. She was in her wheel chair, gazing into the dining room. She had not seen me yet. I exhaled and took a moment to watch her in thought.

Finally, I made a wide berth in front of her, so she could she me coming. I knew the moment that she recognized me. Her blue eyes widened with joy and her face lit up with such happiness. My face reflecting the same. It was as if our spirits met and joyfully embraced before I was able to physically touch her.

As I finally was able to hug her, kiss her, and held her hands...she whispered "it has been so long." Pockets of clarity.

I love Grams!

On Seeing Them Graduate

2010-08-10T20:34:00.001-07:00

While completing externships- I had wonderful, intellectual, and devoted professionals serving as my supervisors. As I was approaching graduation, I remember one of my supervisors telling me that she felt like she was a mother bird pushing me from the nest. She was sending me to "spread my wings and fly."

I now know how she felt. I had to opportunity to watch my first group of speech clients graduate high school and venture into the real world of college, employment, & adult relationships.
I met most of them as tentative freshman in high school. I called them from class and gave them their speech or language therapy schedules. They were so young and still overwhelmed, so they accepted the schedules and came at their appointed times.

As sophomores, they begin to become more comfortable. Often, this was the age where some introspection had taken over. They would begin to question the need for speech or language services.

Student:"My PE coach says that I talk just fine, I don't know why I have to come to speech."

Me: "Your articulation is fine, you are in language therapy...the fact that I have failed to teach you the difference is why you are still attending therapy. "

By the time they were Juniors- they had begun to mature in the art of negotiation...Although in a sullen manner.

Sullen Student: " I TOLD YOU, Fourth period is bad for me, I have geography and we have a project...couldn't we just skip this week? Even my Mom wants to know why I am in speech...NO DON'T call her...she has to work. FINE- I'll just come...WHATEVER!"

Finally, as seniors, a sense of maturity begin to blossom. The relationship would change.

Student: "Could you please help me with the vocabulary in English class- I am not doing great in that class." or "Could I practice my presentation in speech?" or "Could you attend my senior project presentation?"

As the maturity begin to unfold- the requests became more reasonable and based on a well-thought out process. "Could I be grouped with Leslie? We are both working on the same things and she is my friend? Also, we can't come during 4th period- but, we will come during 6th. Please remember to call the teacher and tell her."

Many of my previous clients have become my "friends" via facebook, etc. As we "chat" about their aspirations, challenges, and new lives- I can't help but feel a bit of nostalgia and am awestruck relentless march of time.

I cherish the moments that I had with these precious spirits and souls. I wish them lives filled with love, health, and joy.

Fly birdies....fly!!!

We Are Family

2010-07-31T19:21:00.000-07:00

My family came to visit- we met them at the Wydham Orlando Resort.
Floated around the Lazy River- watched fireworks, played putt-putt
spent some time in the awesome suites. The best part was getting to see my family.
We spent a fab time with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins at Universal- So, can I tell you that my aunt is my hero right now- She rode "The Hulk" with me- didn't even debate it- just did it. And my Uncle was an awfully good sport about Scott lying to him regarding the possibility of staying dry on the water rides.

Uncle: "Do you get wet on that ride?"

Scott: " Only if you sit in certain seats, you'll be okay."

Uncle: "Okay let's ride"

After the ride

Scott: "Sorry man, I didn't know that everyone got wet."

Uncle: " It was fun!"

Repeat this conversation 4 times.

I got to meet my cousin's wife and their precious girl-Saw my 2nd little cousin ride his first huge roller coaster, and spent time just being.

I don't want summer to end!

The Zoku is so cooooool (Sorry coudnn't help it)

2010-07-10T13:03:00.000-07:00

Bought the Zoku- very awesome- I was concerned about the amount of money that I spent on it. But not anymore because we love it!
Made 6 Popsicles in 20 minutes. & they were yummy!
We used two flavors for our first pops. Watermelon, coconut water (from Vita Coco), and agave for layer one.

Blueberries, coconut water, and agave for layer 2.

Use a flexible measuring cup, poor in the goodness and 12 minutes later- delicious pops!

It is a Zoo Out There....

2010-07-07T12:15:00.001-07:00

There is a woman that I know. I will call her "Marsha." When our paths cross- she looks at me like this:Then, I am all like this:
Then, she looks at me like this:
& finally, I am like, "whatever."

Air Force One-

2010-06-29T18:07:00.001-07:00

The tour guide indicated that this (the first) Air Force One was technologically state of the art. Now, however, the newer model was designed with luxury in mind.

Kennedy and his family spent time on this plane.
These are cockpit shots.

This was a lavatory up front. Notice the air fresheners --"stick ups!"

Communication
More communication.
Behind the curtain is a microwave. Had to have been one of the first ones.

A picture of President JFK and the First Lady exiting the plane.

President's on board office, with phone, and hat rack.

Presidential Lavatory with Doggie Door.

Extra seating.
The overheads pull down into bunking areas.
Tourists.

Typewriter in annex office area.
Copier.

Fantasy Island

2010-06-29T17:33:00.000-07:00

When I was in elementary school, my mother bought me a crossing guard costume. I adored it. In my mind, the crossing guards carried the same amount of authority as police officers. When they held up those gloved hands- people had to respect and obey.

I remembering donning the plastic/vinyl vest (which, now that I think about it...was the same material as a cheap shower curtain), attaching my plastic badge, grabbing my baton & plastic whistle, and ran to the nearest busy street. I was going to direct me some traffic. & No, my mother did not know about this. & probably still doesn't.

As I approached the street, my spirits began to dampen a bit. It was Saturday- No one was coming from or going to school...No one would need my assistance to cross. I stood at the corner of my street and the busy intersecting one...what to do??? Then it hit me, I could assist those who want to turn down my road by...stopping the traffic with my gloved hand...AND I could direct the those who wanted to turn ...with MY SILVER BATON!!! Although this was a fantastic idea...I was still a little embarrassed by my new badge, uniform, and promotion. So, I hid behind a tree on the corner, and waited for oncoming cars to signal their desire to turn.

As soon as the car signaled, I would jump from my hiding stop and attempt to control the oncoming traffic. When seeing me and my get up- driver's faces exhibited a number of emotions, fear, bewilderment, anger, and relief (when they managed to avoid flattening me). Thankfully, this phase was short lived- the horns frightened me.

This is the memory that came back to me as I took these pictures of Chandler coming out of the Air Force One.
Because, as a kid, I would have milked this. I would have stood at the top of the stairs and posed, and waved, and shamelessly pretended.
For a moment, in my own head, I would of been the Prez.
& I would have imagined the Marines saluting me...especially one Marine in particular...That is right, Scott would have to salute me. heehee!
The Air Force One is available to tour at the Seattle Museum of Flight-

I will post pics of the interior.

Some Things to Like About Seattle!

2010-06-29T17:15:00.000-07:00

In no particular order-

1. Pikes Place Market-A lot of yummy food & only 1 Chain Store in the whole market area....Guess which chain?
2. Our boat captain and tour guide for the Duck Tours- You tour Seattle's land and Lake Union on these amphibious vehicles. If your lucky- you get this nutty as a fruitcake tour guide.
See that weeping willow? That is where Boeing got his start...at least that is what I think that tour guide dude said.

3. The Seattle Museum of Flight- I think that I am going to have to do a separate post for this place. This museum is incredible~!4. What chain store is the only one allowed in the Market? Star Bucks! There are over 400 in Seattle alone. This is the original.

5. Flying Fish-
6. Pikes Place Chowder- hands down...the best chowder that I have EVER eaten.
Chandler refuses to talk...must devour the chowder.

I guess that you can tell that we liked this place...

Space, Science & Future

2010-06-26T11:29:00.000-07:00

The Space Needle was for Seattle's 1962 World's Fair -We went at dusk. No line- beautiful view- about $45.00 for the 3 of us to ascend.
There was enough light to still see the buildings, and as it got dark, the lights were beautiful.
Love the souvenir penny machines- We get them whenever available. I don't know if we ever manage to actually keep them- But, Chandelier assures me that they are someplace safe.

Columbia River in Washington

2010-06-26T11:20:00.000-07:00

The land around this beautiful river is dry- Like a desert- very much like areas in New Mexico...But New Mexico doesn't have a body of water likes...unless you count the underground aquifer.
Is that aquifer still there? or did Texas empty it?! I don't remember....
The contrast between the arid land and the water was stunning...

Aerial Fire Depot and Smokejumper Center

2010-06-26T10:13:00.000-07:00

In Missoula, MT- The Smokejumper Center gives free tours to the public.Scott likes free- We all enjoyed the tour. Smoke jumpers are flown out to remote fires & dropped from the air- They parachute down, some supplies are dropped, and they fight the fires.
They sew/make/repair their parachutes right at the center.
These parachutes are being inspected.Stupid does hurt. I know. Like the time I thought I could hurdle the child gate and torn my ACL. Stupid hurt real bad for that whole summer.

Never Been To Washington...

2010-06-18T22:03:00.000-07:00

This is the tree on Spokane River running along Gonzaga University campus.

It has been marked forever with our initials.
Because- everyone else marked it, I felt the need. Now I understand why the dogs feel compelled to mark territory after one another.
These are Muskrats- didn't know what they were- but now we know.
There are lots of these muskrats ...or are they muskrats??? I don't know....
Chandler laughing because I thought that a piece of poop was aerated pellet of grass...and picked it up.
Looking at the campus of the University
Campus pieces
Footbridge.

& a wonderful relief from the southern tropical heat.

Today in therapy...

2010-06-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

As always...names changed.I called-in a high school girl today- Her paperwork needed to be updated & I wanted to schedule a meeting with her parents.

Me: "Does your Mom work?"

Suzzette: "Yes, she is a home-wrecker?"

Me: Silence-

Me: Trying not to laugh. "Does she stay at home and take care of the house and stuff?"

Suzzette: "Yeah...why are you laughing?

Me: "Suzzette, is your Mom a homemaker"

Suzzette: "Oh yeeeeahhhhh...that is what it is called....what is a home-wrecker?"

Bunny Visiting

2010-06-05T17:36:00.000-07:00

Between my dogs, the snakes,
the hawks,
and the gators
Thank goodness the bunnies in the conservation thrive.

Oooh Happy Happy Day!

2010-05-29T06:57:00.000-07:00

The history of the R-ticulator Pop-

Many Many years ago- perhaps a decade ago. How old am I?

Okay way more than a decade ago...I was providing speech therapy for some children who were having a hard time saying their "r" sounds. They would say "wing" instead of "ring" or "witch" instead of "rich." Try explaining to a seven-year old that your tongue has be separated into 3 different parts and be in 3 different or maybe 4 different positions while saying 1 sound.

I thought "If only I could get into this child's mouth and put the tongue in the proper shape." I tried. Even though I was thinner back in the day, my hand was too big, and the child would gag, and the parent would wonder why they called me.

I tried all of our tricks of the trade to shape the tongue- dental floss, tongue depressors, etc. They were moderately successful- but- when a parent is paying per session- moderately kind of stinks.

So, with the encouragement of Sott, Jack-ee, Poppi, & the patience of Chandelier. I started to design a "tool" that I could just slip under the client's tongue- to shape things nice and neat for the "r".

I tried 2 zillion prototypes for years- some made of wax, some of chocolate, some of bubble gum, some of lollipop. I reshaped, restructured, ordered a million molds, bought a dehydrator to suck the moisture out (don't ask)...tested with other professionals, gave away a million samples. Cried and called Jack-ee- who reassured, cheered, and motivated. Called Poppi- who supported this endeavor in every sense of the word.

Contacted the patent attorney who was wonderful. Received my first reject letter for the patent office. Cried, prayed, and called in the supports. Wrote a letter of protest to the patent office. Received my patent & cried tears of joy.

Sold the pops as bubblegum. Sold too many pops- couldn't keep up of production. Tried to get the pops made in America- The American Manufacturers wanted an initial run order of 4 million (exaggerated)...so I contacted a importer. After blood, sweat, tears, and FDA approval- The shipment arrived from China. Poppi and I met the truck- and I cried...a little on the outside and a lot on the inside.

Hired and fired 2 website design and maintenance companies. Pestered my friend into allowing me to use her children for the website pics. Thanks for that!

Customers loved the product- sent in some suggestions for tweaking and asked for a plastic, washable, reusable tool. Found an American plastics company (VenTel). Toured the facility- Holy Smokes- what a beautiful, clean, organized, professional, well run facility. Gave them the Pops, the improvement ideas- The product was the culmination of everything I imagined. I celebrated and again was encouraged by my crewe.

Shared an office with Sott's Mattress place- We are funny like that.

Moved to Ireland- Placed project on hold. My faithful supporter and alley, Poppi, tip-toed to heaven and I grieved.

Returned home, prayed some more, and decided to manage my own website. Use the Pop every chance I can on my high school kids who are teased and can't say their "r" sound. Get that sheer sense of joy and relief every time the client says his/her first beautiful and accurate "r."

Ordered stock, received stock, and have begun the distribution process all over again.

Many thank yous to core crewe of God, Sott, Chandelier, Jack-EE, & Poppi. Your support, faith, encouragement, wisdom, and honesty has helped me more than I can express.

www.speechstimulus.com

Birthday Boy & the Beach

2010-05-22T14:31:00.000-07:00

This is the second weekend in a row that I have been lucky enough to spend time at one of my favorite beaches.
Honeymoon Island- It is a state park- and it is gorgeous...and one of my favorite parts of this beach is the scent of the water. It is like a fresh, lavender, clean, salty scent...
Unless you visit during red tide. Then it smells like dead, rotting fish.
But today was a fresh, lovely scent.
And the water was clear.
& the birds were hungry.

And the boys were hungry.& tired from last night...so a little....cranky.

14 year old birthday parties for Boys are soooooo easy. MUCH easier than for younger boys.
No themes, no entertainment, no party favor bags, no parents.
The invited kids just show up, play, talk, and eat. They eat a lot. Of course, we had to make ourselves almost invisible...because...we ....are.....embarrassing.
& here we are being ignored again.
Chandelier is reluctant to acknowledge us...
They always come back for food and drink. Thank goodness.

Instead of cleaning house

2010-05-14T16:54:00.000-07:00

Scott frowns on the Gator Calling- So I waited until he was gone tonight- and went a visitin'. Alli Gator was on the other side of the pond. So, I locked the dogs in the house & threw one of their balls in the pond.

Alli was not in the water, but he sure felt the ball hit. He scrambled & I ran- Hence, the unfocused shot.
He is under water, but coming....
Then his head surfaces and he bee lines for the ball. You can see it at the bottom of the pic.

Just his eyes are visible, but he is still traveling towards the ball.
Here he comes-
Click on the picture to enlarge- he is debating- food or not?
& he eats it.
Pulls it under- like he has to fight it ...
& he spits it out.
& gives me the evil eye...

Commodiens

2010-05-14T13:23:00.000-07:00

I like to start the day by letting everybody know what to expect. If it is going to be a fun day, I'll let you know. If we are going to do something that you don't prefer- I'll give you heads up early- that way you can prepare yourself. Do whatever you have to get yourself ready...

Since I leave at the crack of dawn- I have to leave letters. Because no one likes to be woken up with my agendas.

This is this morning's letter:

Just ignore the 3rd grade penmanship- Evidently all of my teachers did. Do, however, take note of the "not"- Which is either Chan's handwriting or Scott trying to pretend like he is Chan. Funny.

At some point, Chan's brother by another mother (& father) wrote that he was "awsome"[sic]...and then tried to convince me that I had written it. Note: "written by tracy."

Bottom line- By the time I arrive home, everyone has cleared out, and my note has been modified. Clearly, the agenda system has failed...

Chuck You Made be A Believer- Repost....

2010-05-12T16:53:00.000-07:00

Story time...I am going to change some names to protect both the innocent and the others.
I have a close relative---he lives with me and I am responsible for his care. I'll call him, "Chandelier"- He enjoys Mixed Martial Arts- He takes lessons in Martial Arts.

The other day, I am sitting at home- enjoying a recorded UFC fight and eating a philly steak sandwich with extra cheese. The phone rings and I answer...it is Chandelier. He says, "Hey Big-Mama" cuz that is what he calls me now that I am into Publix Philly-Cheese Steaks and UFC fights..."Big- Mama"

I kid- I was watching "American Idol" and eating Robin's eggs (Easter Chocolate). Anyway, the close relative calls to let me know that the doorbell is going to ring soon and it is going to be the neighbor's father. Chandelier had protected himself during a scuffle and the father was not pleased...crud. "Sott"- my life partner...he wasn't home. Double crud.

I quickly turned down the TV and stripped naked. Yup naked. Big-mama was going to have to jump into the bath ...quick. I left my clothes in the living room and sprinted to the tub. The dogs, sensing my urgency, ran to the bathroom with me...barking loudly. I started the water and jumped into the tub before the water had time to warm...With the water running full blast and the dogs barking- I almost didn't hear the doorbell ring.

Well, darn- I am naked and in the tub. I CAN'T answer the door. So, I call..."Sott" from my cell.

"When are you going to be home?" Breathing hard- I can hardly get the words out... Sott is used to my dramas- he doesn't miss a beat..

Sott: "Why?- You want me to pick something up?"

He really is the most unsuspecting sweet guy. How God paired him up with Big Mama- We will never know.

Me: "Oh- I am in the bath and the darn doorbell is ringing. The dogs are going nuts...I don't know what is going on..."

Long story short- Sott eventually received a phone call. During which, I played dumb. In the process of communicating his concern, I heard that the upset Dad shared his opinion that boys should be in sports like baseball and not MMA.

I thought about that - Big Mama once shared this opinion. But, then I borrowed Chandelier's book by Chuck Liddell. I decided that it takes a huge amount of commitment, physical and mental strength and endurance to be a MMA fighter. I don't watch the fights. That is my choice- but I sure can appreciate the fact that it is a sport and a crazy tough one. I have supervised the training closely and am impressed by the instructors focus on safety, dedication, and responsibility. Bottom line- Big Mama supported Chandelier when he was in baseball and will fully support his martial arts training.

& will voice her support, naked in the bathtub, surrounded by her howling dogs...whose names rhyme with malentine and lippord

Couldn't help myself....

2010-05-08T11:04:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day!

2010-05-08T05:08:00.000-07:00

I have a storage unit the size of a double car garage with boxes filled to the brim.
Once in a while, I will go to the storage unit and pull something that I think I need. This week, it was a dinosaur hard drive- I was looking for some old documentation.
Instead- I found a lovely gift for Mother's Day. My sweet baby- when he was still a baby. Look at how tiny he was?! Look at that unfortunate paint color- The paint color story requires a separate blog post. I won't digress today.

Baby Face.

With his cousin, who was tiny too! & Granpa...Looking at this picture of my dad is helping me understand the role of genetics and body type.

Lil' Chan with Matsui

And my BFFs children were babies too!

These pics still melt my heart. They were taken in DC and NY- It was on this trip, that I realized Chan was truly a kindred spirit. I could suggest anything outlandish and he was game. I believe our family roles were cemented during this vacation. Chan & I throwing out increasingly insane ideas and plans. Scott adding the only voice of reason- providing a much needed anchor.

I adore that smile!

Have a Happy Mother's Day!

You are welcome...???

2010-05-07T16:48:00.000-07:00

I received this very sweet thank you today.I didn't read it until I was putting it on my bulletin board. Huh? What?!!!

I had to google " blue foot boobies." We did not target the knowledge of the BFBs in speech- but I am keeping the card anyway!

Going Green

2010-05-02T05:50:00.001-07:00

Cliffy and I are pledging to plant 1 tree in every hole that he digs over 6 inches deep. Today, I am planting 3.

Join us in this Tree in Every Hole Challenge!

No Gator Calling Today

2010-04-30T16:03:00.000-07:00

I went to "call" the Gator today- & decided against it. Run Bambi run...this not a good drinkin' spot.

Calling the Gator

2010-04-28T17:31:00.001-07:00

I have mentioned that the gator in the back pond is BIG.

Every night, I like to call him over to my side of the hood. I like to see if he is still around, if he is getting bigger, and if he is looking hungry. I usually "call" him by throwing something substantial into the pond. As soon as the vibrations of the splash reach him, he races over to see if some helpless critter has fallen in and needs eatin.' He usually travels most of the pond almost under water. I have learned to look for air bubbles and eyes.

Before anyone gets upset with me- a few disclaimers- when I call him- it is NEVER with something edible. I KNOW not to FEED the gator. Also, I don't think he even sees me. Because I throw the object and then run to my patio and look at him through a camera lens or binoculars. I don't think he knows that it is a human calling.

Today- I decided to throw the tennis ball. But just as I was releasing the ball...Scott startled me with his yelling, "TRACY, DO NOT CALL THE GATOR!!!"
So the ball hit the tree-
and rolled to the pond. No vibrations- Gator is probably wondering why I didn't call.

The Dogs' Old House

2010-04-28T16:47:00.000-07:00

The sink and the faucet have arrived & are in working order- But not yet installed. Our friend, who is also our handyman, plumber, gardener, etc.(Names rhymes with Ryan) has been laid up with an injured back. I empathize...totally. And since the temporary system isn't so bad- I am just gonna wait until Ryan feels up to doing it. Scott gave me that rose bush years ago for an anniversary. - The roses are awesome- bloom colors differ from bloom to bloom and year to year. I am especially grateful for the beautious blooms, because this rose bush almost didn't make it.

Once upon a time, I ordered a 325 lb air conditioned dog house from a guy in Montana- Then had it shipped to Scott's work. Ryan and a buddy were faced with the challenge of delivering the dog house to my place. They loaded the thing on a boat trailer and hauled it to the house. The problem was getting it into the backyard. They debated driving through the conservation easement- but the ground is swampy soft there and the truck would have gotten stuck. So, they pulled the truck, trailer, and doghouse between my house and my neighbor's place.

After the doghouse was unloaded, I went to inspect the side yard for any damage. One of the neighbor's trees had lost a small branch. The bark lining around some beds needed to be placed back properly- but no real long standing damage to sprinklers or plants.-- Nevertheless, my neighbor was ....angry. Red faced, yelling, sputtering....mad. She even insulted the aesthetics of the doghouse.

I really couldn't understand it- because Ryan had been trying so hard to stay on my side of the property line, it was my anniversary rose bush that had been pummeled and split into two.

Scott encouraged me apologize to our neighbor. At first, the petty side of me rehearsed my apology as, " I am sorry that your yard is fine and my anniversary bush is damaged." " I am sorry that my dogs are getting an air conditioned place to call their own." Eventually, I settled on apologizing for not getting her permission prior to straddling the property line.

I then trimmed back my rose bush to a small trunk stub.
& fertilized it. & spoke lovingly to it. The bush is doing beautifully.
The sad thing is now, because of the newer fence, the dogs can't even get to the dog house.
Which is good. Because Cliffy Maxwell has dug up the electrical line for the AC- So they would probably have a heat stroke if they spent anytime time in it.

We try to keep it camoed with netting and plants....

Mystery Solved....

2010-04-24T19:47:00.000-07:00

The pterodactyl family is actually Red Shouldered Hawks- courting...must get sleeeeeeeeppppp.
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On Wisteria Lane

2010-04-23T17:55:00.000-07:00

I adore our neighborhood-moved in here when the hood was an infant. When we moved from our first home to this one- I couldn't believe my luck finding this place. The feeling of community was especially strong- because no one was here too much longer than others. We all sort of moved as our homes were completed. Over the years- we have experienced and shared the trials and tribulations of living in a newly developed area.

We have shared the experience of the dangers associated with dealing with a growing amount of traffic on our then small (but major) highway. Also, together, we have learned a lot about displaced wildlife, including water moccasin, gators, deer, bobcat, opossum, armadillos, otters, thousands of tiny frogs, and crayfish who would invade the streets yearly.

With this blog's future in transition, I thought perhaps I could, occasionally, use its forum to keep everyone in the loop regarding local news and tidbits.

Dear Neighbors:

-My Apologies-

I would like to personally apologize for the pterodactyl-like family who has moved into the conservation areas. As many have mentioned, the shrill-like noise that emits from them nightly is... disturbing. I think "Sam" across the street said it best when he indicated that the noise is "shocking... like an alarm clock."
It is horribly loud- and there can be NO SLEEPING through this noise. The fact that this creature makes this noise, every 15 to 30 minutes, from 9:00 pm until 8:30 am is entirely my fault.

About three weeks ago, I mentioned to Scott, that, perhaps I would like a baby in the house. (I know, those who personally know me are collectively groaning...Whatever) So, you see, God has a sense of humor. Because, as soon as we had this discussion, the pterodactyls flew in and made themselves at home. And I remembered what it is like to not get any real sleep- but, still have get up and function the next day.

Funny- haha.

As soon as I come to my senses, I am sure that the dino family will move on. Meanwhile- if anyone knows what animal does this- please share. The noise has a pattern. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG Shrill, then 3 staccato shrills.

Wildlife

Regarding the possum situation- Their holes are destroying the lawns. We are looking for creative relocation ideas.

"Steve" had the idea of smoking them out by placing fire works in the holes. Remember- that they build a network of tunnels. As Steve found out, when you place fireworks in the tunnel, you will see the smoke coming out of the hole in your neighbor's yard- and they will not appreciate this.

Water Mocassin-

Please don't shoot at them- multiple times -with a real bullet gun. Geez.

Local Services-

If you are unhappy with a service that is being provided- you may cancel and pick another company of your choosing. Please DO NOT cancel your neighbors' service, in addition to yours.

Dress Code-

If you live on the conservation- it may feel like you have no neighbors- but you do- You have at least one side neighbor. So, close your robe. We can see ...things.

Cement Pond

2010-04-12T15:09:00.000-07:00

Since we have returned to the States- I have noticed that I more laid back about household issues. Or maybe it is just that I am now very lazy, or as my friends keep reminding me....OOOOOLLLLDERRR. Whatever it is ...it is a definite change.

I have started to think of things in terms of "Before Ireland" and "After Ireland."

Before Ireland- I would have been overly concerned- (Okay- obsessed!) about the scratches in the glass door, the torn screen and the chewed up love seat.

After Ireland- I take pictures of the mess and share it on my blog.
Before Ireland- I had a formal living room- with nice furniture.

After Ireland- My living room has become a Mixed Martial Arts gym for the neighborhood and a home for Valley's crate.
Yup.

Before Ireland- If the kitchen sink and faucet had rusted out- I would have sent Scott to Home Depot, THAT DAY to get replacements.

After Ireland- I just had him run the hose to the window.
The sprayer kept falling- so he tied a piece of string to it. Now, I can pull up when I need it.
I figured out how to get around the hot and cold water issues. The water is hot when you first use it. Then, colder. Use it to wash your hands first, then fruits and vegetables.
After Ireland....
Sad, I know. The sink is on backorder until the end of the month...

Cliffy- Please Don't Kill Your Mama!

2010-04-07T13:44:00.000-07:00

I have been recuperating from a back injury- I'd like to say that the injury was due to an accident during athletic activity- but nope... it is not.

I have had to spend lots of time in bed. The dogs haven't seen me much.

Also, I have problems remembering the newer dog's name. We call him Clifford or Cliffy. His middle name is Maxwell- So, sometimes I call him Max- This is confusing for everyone, including Cliffy Max Clifford Maxwell.

I am on the mend- Ready to spend some time with the dogs. Cliff must have forgotten me... In the pic above- he is actually making mean noises.
"Max!! It is Mama!....MAX!!!" I am screaming this- but not moving. I am injured- I know there is no way I can move faster than that dog.
"MAX....(it is like the dumb dog doesn't know his name???) I MEAN CLIFFORD.... I MEAN CLIFFY! STOP- DON'T EAT MAMA!"
He remembered me. Valley must have reminded him.

In A Day's Work

2010-03-30T14:11:00.000-07:00

Generally speaking teenagers that are taking regular education or honors courses do not enjoy coming to "speech." Anything that separates you from the herd is embarrassing.

I understand this- So I bribe my highs schoolers. Candy if you come independently. Good candy-NOT the dollar store kind. & I try my best to find out what the student enjoys and we focus on that in therapy. You want to get your driver's license. GREAT!!! I'll gladly spend the next 12 sessions going over Driver's Ed vocabulary, reading comprehension, and auditory comprehension. All while were correctly articulating the "s" and "r" words. AND because the student wants his/her permit, they will not only attend speech, but will look forward to attending. Win/Win.

This works for about half of the students. For the others, I have to figure out what class they are currently attending, who is the teacher, and the phone number for the room. Then, I have to call the room and ask the teacher to send the student to my room. Then I wait.

When you call for a student- Chances are very good that they will never show. They use this opportunity to roam. If they do show, they will be delayed in arriving. This is because they:

"Had to stop at the restroom"

"Had to go to clinic"

"Had to talk to my boyfriend/girlfriend"

"Had to go the office"

"Had to talk to my __________ teacher."

" Had to try to save the kitten that is under the portable."

"Got into a fight with Brittany...her nose is bleeding....she is in the restroom."

"Had to text my dad about picking me up early, because I don't feel well...can you write me a pass for the clinic...WHY NOT?"

One of my students hadn't shown up & I didn't have a current schedule for her. So, I called the front office-the names of students and schools have been changed:

Me: "Can you tell me what class Sarah Lee is in?"

Office: "She is in Marine Science with Mr. Lamb"

Me: "Thanks"

I go through the files and locate and dial the number for Mr. Lamb.

Mr. Lamb: "Hello?"

Me: "Hi, do you have a Sarah Lee in class?"

Mr. Lamb: "Uh...No" Slightly panicked ..."Should I?!!!"

Me: Not understanding the panic..."Well, according the front office you do have her. When she does show up, will please send her to P26?"

Mr. Lamb: "uh....okay, with a buddy?"

Me: "A buddy, (not sure if he is joking) ha ha...no, all by herself." (what is wrong with this guy?!)

Mr. Lamb: Now frantic... "What does she look like?"

Me: "I have only met her once- I don't remember." I can hear him asking other teachers asking about Sarah.

Mr. Lamb: After a loooong pause. "Where are you calling from?"

Me: "My portable....why?"

Mr. Lamb: "You have called Elderberry Elementary, I am in a 1st grade classroom...What school are you calling from?"

And this is how Sarah got away with skipping speech this week...

Chuck...You made me a believer...for those that missed

2010-03-07T06:42:00.000-08:00

Well, darn- I am naked and in the tub. I CAN'T answer the door. So, I call..."Sott" from my cell.

"When are you going to be home?" Breathing hard- I can hardly get the words out... Sott is used to my dramas- he doesn't miss a beat..

Sott: "Why?- You want me to pick something up?"

He really is the most unsuspecting sweet guy. How God paired him up with Big Mama- We will never know.

Me: "Oh- I am in the bath and the darn doorbell is ringing. The dogs are going nuts...I don't know what is going on..."

& will voice her support, naked in the bathtub, surrounded by her howling dogs...whose names rhyme with malentine and lippord

Birthday Bust

2010-01-17T13:03:00.000-08:00

Scott has been telling me for YEARS that he wanted to learn Spanish. For years.

" I have always wished that I knew Spanish."
"Too bad you don't know more Spanish. If you did you could teach me..."
"Tracy, have you seen the Rosetta Stone program...I bet it would be great for Spanish."
"Chandler, I regret not learning Spanish. You should focus on Spanish."

So, with his Birthday coming up...I thought Rosetta Stone would be a great gift.

Then, I started second guessing myself. Maybe a self tutorial isn't the greatest of gifts...for one's Birthday. I decided to "feel Scott out." Ask a few questions, give a few hints, and see how he reacts.

Consequently, the Rosetta Stone Latin American Spanish Program is being returned. Now I know.

This left me I without a main gift...with S's Bday on Saturday. I decided that Sam's has plenty of fantastic electronics that would be more "Birthday worthy." Quickly, I ordered a surprise something that is fun and noneducational. I patted myself on the back. Went on to enjoying my Sunday.

Phone rings. Scott answers. It is the Fraud Dept. of the Credit Card that I used. Wanting Scott to verify the item ordered and confirm the charge.

I give up.

Happy Birthday Babe...Love ya!

Introducing Clifford Max

2010-01-13T10:59:00.000-08:00

We got ourselves a new addition to the family.I don't think Valley is thanking us.
He is the sweetest boy- 13 week old bundle of puppiness.

Valley is being a fantastic big sister.
But I can tell she is tired & would love a break.
See? Here she is pretending like she is going to really tear into him.
She finally decides to just play dead and get some shut eye.

Christmas Eve

2009-12-24T17:16:00.000-08:00

We have always opened our gifts to each other on Christmas Eve. Santa comes Christmas Day.This is a good thing- because Chandler was complaining of heart palpitations last night. He said that they would ease up if he could open just one gift.
I told him to take deep breaths- & go to bed. :-)
Nothing says Christmas like a Glock.

Just puts a smile on a young man's face.
Puzzling child...or puzzled child...Christmas Magic- Merry Christmas!!!-

Christmas in the USA

2009-12-19T08:59:00.000-08:00

700 lights, 8 hours, and a trillion ornaments later...
I am loving being home.
The Gingerbread house has been constructed and mostly eaten.
Merry Christmas!

Moving...Again.

2009-11-17T03:31:00.001-08:00

We will have moved 3 times in the past 14 Months. 2 of these will be International. I have come to some conclusions.

1. We generate more garbage than 4 other families combined.

2. Really- we do.

3. It takes estrogen to organize and initiate the moving events...

4. Really- it does.

5. If you have to spend the whole day organizing and packing and cleaning...don't go to the best French Restaurant and over indulge...on wine and food....the night before.

6. Really- don't.

7.....Ummm- One more thing- If you choose to store your mop bucket outside- Turn it upside down.-

8...REALLY- do this- because if you don't- a pretty gray mouse will crawl into it & then it will rain...& then the stupid thing will drown...and you will be grossed out and sad- at the same time. And all the food and wine will start bubbling in your belly.

An Irish Halloween

2009-10-31T13:57:00.000-07:00

Chandler went trick or treating tonight. After he came home- I initiated our annual tradition of sorting through the loot. I don't do this to keep him from tainted food. He is old enough to know what not to eat. I do it because he doesn't eat chocolate...and I do. Bonus. I do it quickly, because Scott and I will fight for the best chocolate. Gotta be fast, strong, and clever.

Goodie bags of fruits, peanuts, crisps (potato chips), and sweets (candy.)

Thankfully, children being intentionally poisoned or harmed by tampered with foods is not a concern here. Seriously, not even thought of....
1, 5, & 20 cent pieces were common gifts. The Special K Bar was mine- from this morning----
This bag has Mega Mouse- very good light crispy salty yumminess. Chandler said that many people expect trick or treaters to perform for their treats. Apparently they did some dancing, joking telling, etc.

Peanuts and taffy-like candy

Lots of loot on a messy table...
My scary baby...Yes, that is lavender- it is still drying....remember? From the Great Harvest?
Those hands are freaky. Did I mention that the 2 euro store totally rocks?
There he is...please- ignore the messy messy home. There are a number of reasons that the home is in disarray. 1. We can't figure out when to put out the different colored bins for garbage and recycling....There are four freakin' bins and each has it's own "day."

2. We are in the process of packing for the move back.

3. I don't feel like straightening.

4. I am way too lazy to edit photos. I used to edit ALL photos for my readers. But really, I can't keep up the appearances anymore. Besides, you are going to see what we really look like in a matter of weeks....

St. Stephen's Green- Dublin

2009-10-26T10:33:00.000-07:00

Today is a Bank Holiday in Ireland. That means a day off for me---yeah baby!!!

Mark's & Spencer in Dublin...yum yum!!

A man fighting a fake wind storm.
Scott & I looking at the pond @ St. Stephen's green.

Chandler- Pensive----
Vanna...I mean Scott is showing the map.
Main Entrance to St. Stephen's Park
Chan is embarrassed by Scott's little beret thing..
I think he looks handsome.
St. Stephen's Shopping Center
Has a glass roof-
The main entrance to St. Stephen's Shopping Center. I don't know the man- He probably didn't want to be in the photo- Don't blame him.

Walking down the alley towards- St. Stephen's
Scott looks like he is pain- he is not. He LOVES my ideas for day trips. He is having fun.
The man behind Chandler is not a statue- He is a live man.

See! He changed his pose!

There is a fantastically fun Sushi place in Dublin- City Center.
The sushi travels by you on a conveyer belt. You chose what you want- prices vary according to bowl color- They total your bill according to the color of your empty bowls.
The faucets have fizzy water and flat water- free running.

What a fantastic day!

My Favorite Speech and Language Goals of the Week...

2009-10-13T12:33:00.000-07:00

For Client:

Patient will produce and articulate the 1rst and 3rd syllable in the word "ridiculous" with 100% accuracy over 3 sessions.

For Myself:

Clinician will cease from giggling hysterically when client calls her "dick less" 100% of the time over remaining sessions.

The Road Home...

2009-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:00

We are excitedly preparing for the move back home. Well, maybe we are excitedly thinking of the need for preparation for the move back home. Putting our ducks in a row...looking at the availability of airplane tickets. Contacting various (okay 1) mover (s) for a quote. Wondering how to phrase our vacating letter to the landlord. I am embarrassed to realize that my fourth visit to our gym is to tell them that I need to cancel our membership.

I will be deciding which items to place on Craig's List and which items to just ditch.

Like the canned hot dogs that Scott bought at the Grocery store. No, not Vienna sausages. Canned hot dogs. Do those get abandoned? Feed to the dog? Left for the new tenant?

As I prep, it seems natural to look back at the past year & its memories. Okay, I am procrastinating....
Look- Christmas in Dublin.
St. Patrick's Cathedral? I think...
The Japanese Gardens in Kildare.
Probably the Liffey.
Me trying to block Chan's view of art in Paris.
Oh la la.
I could keep adding pics- But. it is time to actually do more than think about getting organized. Let me know if you want the canned hot dogs. mmmmm

"Can you dig it?...Yes I can...I've been waiting such a loooooong time...."

2009-09-27T10:11:00.000-07:00

The CoCo Market in Dun Laoghaire on Sundays

I have been trying to get to this outdoor Market for 3 Sundays now. We made it today!

It is in People's Park.
Below is the Tea Room.
People's Park is on the Coast- in Dublin.
There was a huge variety of food vendors- Croatian, Italian, Lebanese, Polish, Gaelic, etc.
People dancing, People laughing.

A man selling ice cream....singing Italian songs.

A teen-aged boy sitting alone....with his Ipod, Ignoring his silly moooooooom. (Click on the pic- you can see Chan in the center)

The ride home.

Old Jameson Distillery

2009-09-27T09:03:00.000-07:00

We finally made it to Old Jameson Distillery. It was worth the wait.

Some scenery will walking to the distillery.

Chandler...excited to be here!
This was dated 1970. A very good year.
Below is Smitty. According to the tour guide, this cat caught mice daily for decades.
Smitty is stuffed.
Scott making whiskey.
This is the restaurant level.
I don't know why electric shock info was here...but it did entertain Chandler for a bit.
" Pose for your Mom!"

Scott is tasting some of the good stuff. He is at the end.
Our tour guide is standing next to him. She was funny and I thoroughly enjoyed the tour!

To Arthur....

2009-09-24T12:17:00.000-07:00

250 Years!!!

No "Pants" in Ireland

2009-09-24T11:11:00.000-07:00

I was told that, for many, " pants" means "underwear"

Then, I remembered some of the statements that I made while providing therapy.

...and-I remembered the odd looks directed my way...

1. "These pants are too long, I need to get them hemmed."

2. "I don't like belt loops on my pants."

3. "My son needs his uniform pants for school."

4. & My favorite.... " I've done therapy on the floor all day...these pants are filthy....I cleaned the floor with them."

The Enemy Within

2009-09-20T07:05:00.000-07:00

My son had is first "nervous breakdown" (his words) today. And it was caused entirely by me. Well, more my driving...to the Old Jameson Distillery...in Dublin.

Today was going to be a family outing. Scott was going to drive. Unfortunately, Scott hasn't been feeling well since last weekend. (Remember, the pottery place.) He had to opt out on the fun.

Chandler wanted to opt out also...but I insisted that he come with. I had already bought the family ticket pack-Good for entry for 2 adults and 3 children. With Scott not going, I intended to drink whiskey for two. Chandler was needed to drink coke for 3.

My Irish driving skills have not come around like I had hoped. I usually avoid driving here. The steering wheel is on the wrong side. Everyone drives in the wrong direction- I can NEVER just go into autopilot. I have to constantly make sure I am on the wrong side of the road. Left turns are like right and rights are like lefts.

Chan and I prayed before we left- and God answers prayer. Our tour was supposed to begin at noon. We left in plenty of time for our noon tour...However, I didn't know that there was some sporting event in Dublin. Traffic was the heaviest ever. Flagged cars honking and packed into the city.
Then I took a wrong turn. Then, forgetting that right was left- I tried to turn into oncoming traffic.

We arrived in City Centre after Noon...late. I parked and we started walking towards the Distillery- in case we could start the tour late...but Chandler just wanted to go home.
He kept saying that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the tour because he would keep thinking of the ride home.
He was shaking and scared. I took pity on him and we went back to the car.

See, he looks pale....wait...we all look pale. But he does look nauseous. This was BEFORE the ride home. The ride home is when I confused right and left again and he literally started hysterically laugh crying. My poor baby. We both need a driver.

The Bridge Pottery in Burnchurch

2009-09-12T10:42:00.000-07:00

There is a new rule in the Hall Household-

If other family members fail to select and plan a worthy activity for the weekends, then we must all participate in an activity of my choosing.

You notice the "worthy" qualifier? NOT worthy includes things like TV, computer, a 5 minute walk, throwing the ball to each other for 30 minutes, or going to the local mall. Worthy is pretty much anything that will keep us out of the house for more than 90 minutes.

Well, much to Chan and Scott's dismay- they forgot to plan.

I thought we'd drive to Burnchurch to see a shop called "The Bridge Pottery." It is about 90 minutes from home. If you don't get stuck behind farm equipment.

The sun was so bright today...
The greenery was dazzling... This day was probably the most beautiful day I've experienced since we've arrived. Gorgeous.
Scott asked me to drive- Since this pottery outing was clearly my idea. I didn't drive. We are safer with Scott driving.
Any other time, he would have been very happy to hear me confess that he was the better driver.
Not today.
Nope...didn't care...

Since I didn't drive, I took pictures...
Below is the Pottery Shop.
Poor Scott.
Chandler refused to pose.

Despite the boys lack of enthusiasm, I had a great time. That is good. Because next weekend, I'll probably be looking a tanks, guns, or prisons...

Please Feed the Turtles...

2009-08-31T12:28:00.000-07:00

The turtles to the right are hungry! -

Newbridge Silverware

2009-08-30T04:42:00.000-07:00

Newbridge Silverware is the best jewelry place....EVER. Based in Newbridge, Co. Kildare Ireland- their designs are so up my alley. Big, bold vibrantly colorful, clear stones on silver pendants, rings, bracelets. Prices are crazy reasonable. Check out their website. If you see anything you like, send me an email- I'll check to see if it is on clearance in the store. I am going now....Oh yeah, they carry silverware too- for all of you hostess types. You know who you are.

Language Testing in Ireland

2009-08-11T12:02:00.001-07:00

It is time for many of my clients to receive language assessments...and I can't help but chuckle. Here are a few of this week's responses.

Me: " This is Mary, she is a girl. This is John, he is a...."

Child Client: "Fellow!"

Me: "Fathers face is rough but the baby's face is...."

Child Client: "Father needs to shave."

Me: "Show me 'cutting the cake'"

Child Client: " I don't want cake...I like biscuits."

Me: Pointing to a picture of a cat under a chair. " The cat is not in the chair. Where is the cat? It is ...."

Child Client: Points to the cat, "Right there-Look!"

Me: "Your right, it is right there. It is not IN the chair, it is..."

Child Client: "Scared!"

Good Times

Co. Galway

2009-08-07T15:54:00.000-07:00

Co. Galway- Chandler walked with me to the beach. Yes, it is August...and it was very cold!

This was the Ocean- I thought we could swim in it...but it was rocky and cold- and stunk a bit like red tide.

We panicked when we realized that we had to ride the Ferry to get to Galway. We thought that we didn't have the cash. Scott has this habit of only pulling out 20 euro when he goes to the ATM. 20 euro is good for a few bottles of water and gum. We have had discussions about this. Hopefully, this almost incident has impacted him.

I pull out big money when I go to the ATM...but then Scott pilfers my moola from me. To be fair, Chan uses my cash too.

See the bikers in front of us? It was raining and cold- Ireland is mountainous- They are carrying gear- I am pretty impressed.

I wanted to save this horse- It was rainy and cold, and she had no shelter, or room- I tried to break her loose...but she wanted no part of my plan. I had picked berries on the walk and tried to entice her to the low wall...she ignored me. Too bad. I would have taken this horse into the house.

When I was 10, I remember my poor goat (Nanny) had gotten her head stuck in the fence, during a snowstorm. I got home from school and she was covered with snow. She wasn't moving. Tearfully, I prayed and freed her from the fence. She was still lethergic and weak. So, in effort to warm my Nanny, I took her into my house.

I put her in the kitchen and covered her with a blanket. Then, I felt badly because Nanny's sister, Sassy, was still outside and cold. So, I brought Sassy into the house too. They both were very excited about being inside...Nanny recovered quickly. Soon, they were pooping and peeing everywhere. I didn't care- I was crying tears joy and saying thank you prayers....until my Mom came home from work. It took some explaining, but she finally understood.

Anyhow, I tried to do the same with this horse- but it just wouldn't trust me. I sent Scott to try...I didn't tell him about my secret plan...but the horse didn't take to him either. Maybe next time...

Co. Kerry

2009-08-07T14:35:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine (M.F.) invited us to stay in her home in Co. Kerry- (Many thank yous!!!)

While we were there, M.F. and hubby gave us a tour of Dingle Peninsula-

Below, you will see that M.F. is standing next to a broad leafed plant. This plant is called "Gonera." I LOVE the name. Say it out loud...slowly. heehee.

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=dingle+ireland&sll=37.0625,-95.677068&sspn=22.987313,35.244141&ie=UTF8&ll=52.666389,-9.036255&spn=8.773558,23.269043&z=6

Rose Garden in Tralee-
I LOVED the roses in my signature color!!!
A sign on the way to Kerry.
We met this guy in Co. Kerry- We loved him.
On the way to Co. Kerry...
This is for the friend who keeps asking me, between giggles, if we have a thatched roof.

...and the Harvesting Continues

2009-08-07T14:27:00.000-07:00

Kilmainham Gaol

2009-08-07T13:59:00.000-07:00

Kilmainhan Gaol- is a Prison Museum in Dublin. It was built in 1796- then additions were made. The final addition was, of course, the nicest. This is the yard where many were executed- Didn't like standing here. The Irish Flag has a pretty interesting history. The old Ireland represented by the green, the new by the orange, and white is the brotherhood or unification of the two.

This is the nice portion of the prison. Lots of light. It looks a little like Citrus Park Mall in Tampa.

People were imprisoned for the saddest of reasons. Stealing loaves of bread or potatoes, etc.

We also noted that people were shorter- This is Chandler at the door of one of the cells.

This is the room where condemned men were held prior to execution. Scott and I felt crowded, so we stepped out of the room. Chandler was in front of the tour guide and felt like it would be rude to leave. So, he sat there, looking this uncomfortable until she was finished speaking. I had Scott snap a pic. haha.

This is the second portion of the prison- Nicer than the first- not as nice as the third.

More cell doors. S

Which Came First?

2009-07-26T11:48:00.001-07:00

We have frequented a number of establishments that seem very similar to a few of our home town favorites.

Such as...Eddie Rockets. Which happens to be a lot like Johnny Rockets in the States. Johnny Rockets was founded in 1986. Eddie Rocket's opened in Dublin during 1989.

The B&Q has the same look and merchandising as Home Depot...right down to the orange aprons.

Home Depot was established in the States in 1978. B & Q was founded in England in 1969.

TK Maxx has the same look as TJ Maxx- for a good reason- They are all owned by one company.

TJ Maxx opened in the States in 1976. TK Maxx was introduced in Bristol during 1994.

The drink Lucozade reminded me of Gatorade.

Now, Chandler has pretty much insisted that he was going to attend UF and be a Gator since he was 3 years old. I am not exaggerating.

I tried to sell him on UNM...I know-no one knows a thing about UNM. But, I adored my undergrad years there. Adobe buildings with blue trim (to ward off evil), library stacks, across the street from the Frontier. Really an awesome experience....but I digress.

Go Lobos!...

Because Chan & Scott are both such fanatics about the Gators- I have had the opportunity to hear the proud recitation of history of Gatorade...over and over again.

When I saw Lucozade here, I figured it was a total rip-off of Gatorade. I was wrong. Gatorade was developed in 1965. Lucozade was first manufactured in 1927.

However, in looking at the ingredients- it is obvious that Gatorade is a superior product for efficient hydration...with the electrolyte and carbo replacement properties.

For the record, I know it looks like this is a Gatorade ad...It is not. I choose to drink water-

I do live with Chan and Scott- So, I did have to point out the obvious superiority of Gatorade over any supposed sports drink.

Lavender Fields Forever

2009-07-14T11:33:00.000-07:00

This house is the model home next door. It has lots of Lavender. We harvest it daily.

Isn't it beautiful. Can you see to two mini vases full on the sidewalk? Those are mine.

I would feel guilty- but our landlord is the developer- and he hasn't been extremely helpful. I wanted a bigger place. He has more property. The company representing him has ignored us regarding this...so I harvest lavender from his show houses.

And dry it...

Make pretty floral arrangements.

Hang bouquets throughout my tiny home.

The Castle...

2009-07-14T11:12:00.000-07:00

Scott's Dad is in town. He wanted to visit the Big HDG. If you don't remember HDG- please check the earlier posts on the Leixlip Castle adventure.The Gates were shut and locked on Saturday...BUT, Scott and Wendell went back today- HDG was there and allowed Scott to give Wendell the tour of the Castle.

Thanks again to the HDG- we sure appreciate your hospitality. The Castle never disappoints- it is such all thrill to see it and experience the history therein!

Chan's Safety Net

2009-07-14T10:53:00.000-07:00

I throw Valley's ball over the wall. & asked Chan to get it...
Chan tried to find it- but on the other side of this wall is acres and acres of overgrown weeds.
Then Chandler gets stuck.

And I laugh...and take pictures. Right here, he is yelling at us to help him.
Scott comes to the rescue...because I am weak from laughter.

Thank God for good, empathetic Daddies.

Traffic Jam in Kildare

2009-07-07T11:37:00.000-07:00

Scott & I were taking Valentine to the Kennel- The traffic was " heavy." (I totally crack myself up.)
I took these pics with my cell phone- not Chandler's fancy camera...
We waited for over 15 minutes for this group to clear.

Yes- we did " moo" at them---I don't think Irish cows respond to "Moo." Land O' Lake cows, in Florida- THEY respond to "mooooooooooo"

I'm just saying...

Nicholas Mosse

2009-06-27T13:48:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine invited us to meet with her at Nicholas Mosse. A pottery place.

It is a converted Flour Mill on the River Nore. The kilns are powered by the River Nore.

I wanted to buy more here than I did. But, it was Father's Day- & Scott didn't really want a Salad Bowl-

Train tracks in Newbridge to Dublin.

Mama and her baby- on our walk to the Liffey

Chandler's Crewe- Yes- they are watching a fight. I would complain- but I borrowed Chandler's book on Chuck Liddell. After reading it, I've decided maybe I have been too critical of the whole fighting thing. Who knew?

I can't find the cord...

2009-06-25T12:31:00.000-07:00

I would love to post the latest pictures. But, I can't find the cord...and the card won't fit...and no other cord will subsitute...

Elton John in Thomond Park

2009-06-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday we had a wonderful time attending Elton John's performance at Thomond Park. I don't know how he put on such a fab performance. This place is an open air facility and the weather was ....terrible. Blowing, cold, rain.

Our bus back to the hotel was one of those double decker tour buses. - We got stuck up on the top, in the freezing, blowing rain. We sat on drenched seats and were being pelted by the wet drops. We got stuck in traffic for a good 30 minutes. Finally, the bus was able to maneuver out of the traffic and we picked up some speed. Because of the wind and speed, the umbrellas of our fellow passengers started ripping apart and the metal rods became flying torpedoes. Then, the men standing in the back were almost hit in the head by low bridges.

Luckily, we were with great group of people. One even (jokingly) attempted to be our tour guide. Yelling out points of interest on the way....as she was ducking metal rods and swearing. We ended up laughing so hard I almost peed.

Good times!

Chandler tried to video the bus ride- It fuzzy- but you get the idea...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yS6dY9X2bZo

Trippin the Sixties- Barry McGuire & John York

2009-06-13T04:41:00.000-07:00

Now that I am in a new culture, I learn new social rules and customs. Almost on an hourly basis.

Last night, we saw B.M and J. Y. perform in their Trippin the Sixties tour. We had a fantastic time. Have to say- it made me homesick.

Back to the rules- The performance was in an old theater- People had bottled drinks, but there was no bar. So, I thought it was BYOB-

I mean, this is a 60's performance. It never occurred to me that it was a " dry" performance. Never occurred to me that the others were drinking water, juices, cokes, etc.

So, I sent Scott to the grocery store across the street and he loaded up on the alcoholic beverages.

Basically, the rule I learned is that if there is no bar at the facility, that means that there is no drinking.

And that if you do drink alcoholic beverages, a polite man will approach you with a garbage bag.

And that you will have to hand over all beverages. And that this will be in front of many audience members. And you will know some of these audience members.

Amsterdam- Anne Frank

2009-06-06T13:30:00.000-07:00

The most moving and sobering part of our trip was visiting the Anne Frank House Museum. The tour was incredibly emotional.

This is the bookcase that hid the entrance to the annex. After you enter, you go straight into a room & there are stairs to the right. There is actually a number of levels. There was a kitchen, one bathroom, etc. If you have read the diary, you get the idea of the layout-

There are still pictures that Anne mentions pasting on the wall in her Diary.

Throughout the museum, there is film footage, pictures, etc. of people being taken by the Nazi Soldiers. This area of Amsterdam, to me, looked very much the same as it does now.

The Museum's gift shop has stocked a hardbound, plaid covered diary. This one has copies of the original along with Anne's editing, etc.

This is the front of the house.

I am at a loss for words to describe the impact of this tour. However, I can say that for the entire time, I had a lump in my throat and a heavy heart. The films and pictures combined with the audio of Anne Frank's words were especially poignant.

Day After Trip

2009-06-05T16:03:00.000-07:00

This may look like it sucks- But, it is absolutely the best. I LOVE hanging our clothes out to dry- The weather is beautiful, I can hear the lambs, and the air is fresh. However,when you take a gander at my stylin' outfit, it is obvious that I have run out of clean clothes

Amsterdam- Some of the Highlights

2009-06-05T14:40:00.000-07:00

Beautiful Architecture and Canal

Chandler set his new watch to this clock- two days later, a tour guide told us that it was famously unreliable. I laughed. Most of the homes have hooks hanging from the middle exterior- This is to move furniture in and out of windows.

Scott is the frugal half of our union. It doesn't always work to our benefit.

There is a diamond museum in Amsterdam- Chandler and I were about to enter when Scott spots this place a few buildings down. It has a museum sign in front of the building. However, this one is FREE.

If you know Scott, you know that we had to go to the "Free" Museum.

When we entered, there was a touch screen computer which asked a few basic questions- After we answered, we were allowed in. There were some posters describing how to grade diamonds. Also, two gentlemen were polishing some diamonds. A "Tour Guide" introduced herself to us and explained the grading, cutting, and polishing process. After which, she indicated the rest of the tour would continue upstairs. Guess what was upstairs? Not an educational tour.

A salesroom- with many helpful salespeople. That was the end of our free tour. Of course, Chandler bought a watch. We are total suckers.

Chandler is climbing up there on the second "a"- You can see his white cap. The Van Gogh Museum was incredible- we paid to tour- So we got the genuine thing.

This was outside the real diamond museum- Which we never toured.

Amsterdam rivals Venice in the amount of canals.

This is a "Coffee Shop"-

A band playing on the boat in the canal.

This pic is for a friend of mine- you know who you are.

Bikes account for 40% of the traffic in Amsterdam- We rode our bikes everywhere.

We also did plenty of walking. When crossing a busy intersection as a pedestrian, I am used to pushing the button and waiting for the signal to cross.

In Amsterdam, you push the button & then cross the bike lanes to the next median. Push the next button, and then cross the tram lanes to the next median. Push the next buttom, and then cross the car lanes. I looked like a deer caught in headlights most of the time- So much for blending.

See the mannequin legs? I think that they are doing pilates. I Kid.

Fun house boats.

Seeking New Travel Partners

2009-06-05T14:25:00.000-07:00

It is mandatory that the position seeker actually stays awake for canal tours.

A high interest in Woman's Accessories is required.

Must at least pretend to enjoy the overall experience.

High attention and concentration skills required to assist in listening to the tour guides. This is to enable my ability to properly label pictures.

Amsterdam- The Pancake Bakery

2009-06-05T14:14:00.000-07:00

On Prinsengracht is the best Pancake place EVER.
Here is Chan enjoying his with

fresh Cherries and a lovely mint tea.

The pancake is like a thick crepe.
Try to get this waitress (sorry- I know you can't see her face.) She was really nice.

She is looking at the Police- Yes, I had to mention the police in Amsterdam. That is just how I roll.

Amsterdam- Military Man and MiniMe

2009-06-05T13:31:00.000-07:00

Scott is very organized and efficient. Once a Marine, always a Marine. If Chandler or I flounder or hesitate in anyway- Scott steps in and takes over the task- This works for me. I often use it to my advantage. He probably thinks that I am very...simple. He ends up completing many of my "hard" tasks.

Chandler, however, likes to figure things out for himself. He has decided to challenge the Marine. The interactions between the two are noteworthy. The entire trip, Chandler took an inordinate amount of time to lock up his bike & absolutely refused Scott's assistance.

As Chandler is locking up his bike- he is letting Scott know his opinion on ....everything.

But, Scott keeps laughing- which increases Chandler's verbal tirade.

Until Chan realizes that we've been waiting on him for 10 minutes- Then he starts to chuckle too.

Then, Chan notices that I am documenting the entire exchange. Then, I get the "look."

Finally, Chan accepts some help.

& Some Instruction-

Ah- Peace.

Our hotel view- Moevenpick Amsterdam- We truly enjoyed our stay there.

The Evil Stinging Nettle

2009-05-23T15:42:00.000-07:00

This is a good plant-

If you rub this plant on affected areas...

It helps to relieve the burning and itching caused by this plant.

We learned this while on a walk yesterday- I'll give you the down-low-

Tracy: I smell mint, do you think that there is spearmint growing here?

Scott: I smell it too. I think that it is that plant there.

Tracy: Maybe- I don't remember it having thistles though.

Scott: I'll pick some.

Scott: Tracy this is really burning- TRACY, this is ()(*&&^%$ painful.

A neighbor came and taught Scott about the remedy plant- which grows near the evil plant. The remedy provides temporary relief.

The evil plant evidently causes discomfort for about 24 hours. or so I've heard...for 23 hours.

Paintball in Co. Wicklow

2009-05-23T13:50:00.000-07:00

The "lads" went to Skirmish Paintball in Roundwood, Co. Wicklow. The setting was the prettiest scenery ever. This is the path up to the grounds.

The boys getting a lesson on paintball usage. Scott looking on enviously. Why didn't he play? Long story- but believe me, we all wished he had played...

The road to Skirmish- the paintball place.

Even the parking lot has a beautiful view-

Road to play paintball.

This is the forest where paintballing takes place. Very cool.

Chandler getting ready. - Not sure why he closed his eyes?

More preparing

This has nothing to do with the paintballing- This is the Pizza Delivery Truck. How cool is this? It is smaller than my old VW bug- It is about as wide as a golf-cart.