Something to post

Well, Tuesday Musings is on hiatus and I don't know what's happening with Friday Free-for-All so, I haven't got much to post these days. But, Cresta turned me on to a funny site today so here it is. This is the video that got me hooked.

FFA #22

Topic #22: Gone With the Wind. Do you give a damn?

P.S. Do I get extra points for being early???

FFA #20

Saturday Morning Cartoons

I haven't watched Saturday morning cartoons in years. When I got home from my mission, I worked or slept on Saturday mornings; When I got married and had TV, I had better things to do on a Saturday morning; and we haven't had TV reception for 3 last years. Well, I guess this is a well-timed FFA because we just started getting TV last month. But, I still hadn't watched Saturday morning cartoons so I got up this morning, watched as much as I could stand (about 7 1/2 minutes) and now I'm writing my post.

One thing I learned is that they have gotten very unoriginal and are ripping off what used to be good cartoons. Such as Strawberry Shortcake...
and Care Bears.They are also ripping off cartoons that should have been left to die in the 90s like Sonic the Hedgehog.

And making scary computer animated cartoons out of things that were never meant to be cartoons and come out, well, kind or creepy, like Animalia.

I don't know if cartoons have gotten stupid or I've gotten less stupid (though I'm skeptical about the second one). I guess with age comes an awareness that no matter how hard you try you will never look as good in florescent pink as Jem. The biggest mystery to me is how we regressed from the likes of Jem, She-ra, Diana the acrobat and Velma to The Bratz. Something is very, very wrong there.



How did we go from encouraging our daughters to be intelligent, capable women to dressing like prostitutes and being spoiled brats? The other really sad thing about Saturday morning cartoons is that the networks have completely given up on the really cool public service announcements that I used to love and have turned into pushers of terrible food and really dumb toys.



On another note, one of the best Cd's I've ever owned was a bunch of covers of Saturday morning cartoon theme songs. Blind Melon made a great cover of Three is the Magic Number. How do kids these days learn anything without School House Rocks?

I'm also very confused. I don't know if I was still half asleep when I turned the television on but I could have sworn there was a Hungry, Hungry Hippo commercial on that looked like it was 20 years old.

So, there are my half-coherent thoughts on Saturday morning cartoons. Writing this post made me want to wear pajamas all morning and eat Lucky Charms.

FFA #19

If you could have ANY super power (either good or evil) what would it be?

So, I didn't do last week's FFA because the assignment was to make a Top 20 list of our choice. Unfortunately, I don't have the attention span to complete such a task so it remains on my to-do list of things I have no intention of ever doing (sorry Jenni, 10 I could have done, 20 was beyond me.) Anyway, I am excited about this week's because I know exactly what it is...FLYING. I would fly through the air with the greatest of ease. Instead of going for a walk, I'd take flight. There are a couple of conditions. First of all, I don't want to have to have wings. I don't want to have to buy new shirts. Second, I refuse to stick my arms out like Superman, that just looks silly. I want the floating/soaring kind of flying. So, there it is. I'm sure there are more practical answers like the ability to wash dishes super fast or make money grow on trees but they wouldn't make me nearly as happy.

Tuesday Musings

Something nobody knows about me is…

You know when you get a new electronic device or appliance and over any screen or set of buttons there is usually a thin, plastic film protecting it? Well, my greatest joy in life is taking those thin plastic films off.

FFA for Sept 12th (yes, I know its not the 12th)

Memories of Junior High (repressed or otherwise)

letting Patty and Annemarie do my hair in the playground during lunch, once (all the cool girls carried the gallon jug of Aquanet in their very large vinyl bags.)

thinking I was cool because I had spandex pants with a stripe down the side (of course I never would have left the house looking like the woman in the picture. no self respecting middle schooler would show her ankles. I was required to wear a minimum of three pairs of layered socks.)
getting Alyssa Milano's textbook in English in the 7th grade. the 17-year-old 8th grader who was 6 feet tall and named Elvis (I kid you not.) working in the library during my lunch periods.
sitting next to my friend Fifi in art class. Our teacher used to have us make palettes out of paper. Everyday he would walk us through how to fold up the corners to make sure no paint leaked out.
secret crush on my archenemy Jason DeAngeles (he sat across from me in art.)
hating 59 minutes out of every hour for 3 full years of my life.

Tuesday Musings

So, this is almost two weeks late. If offer no lame excuses, I'm just a big, fat slacker. So, here is my favorite chocolate recipe this week (I have so many I rotate them):

Quick (aka Vegan) Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Glaze Icing

3 cups sifted flour (I don't sift this)
6 Tbsp cocoa powder (from your bucket)
2 tsp baking soda (not from the back of the fridge, please)
2 cups sugar
1 tsp salt
3/4 cup vegetable oil
2 Tbsp vinegar (I use the apple cider variety)
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups cold water

Use 2 9x9 pans.
Mix dry ingredients.
Mix wet ingredients.
Add dry to wet.
Bake at 350 degrees for 25-30 minutes. About 20 min for cuppycakes.

Glaze:
1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
3 tablespoons half and half
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons corn syrup
Melt all ingredients in a small saucepan, stirring continually. Spread over one cake, place second cake on top and ice that thing. Then eat until you pass out.
I wish I could take credit for this but Cresta was kind enough to give me the cake recipe and the glaze comes from Becky's Flourless Chocolate Cake which is heaven on earth (I'm not sure I'm ready yet to share a recipe that is so close to my heart, maybe next time.)

Tuesday Musings

Are you addicted to anything? And if so what??

Let's start at the beginning, shall we? First of all we have chocolate. I could not live with out chocolate. I'm not sure if chocolate is an addiction or an necessity, like air. I'll get back to you on that.

After chocolate, we'll go in no particular order. Another of my addictions that I can't seem to kick is Freecell. I can't turn on the computer without playing at least three games. There are certain things I check every day, e-mail, mother's group calendar and message board, a couple news sites, but at the end of the day, if I haven't checked Perez Hilton, I feel like the world has continued to turn on its axis and I've been left behind, floating in space.
Then there are the fat rolls. Kissing these fat rolls seems to wipe all stress away.
There are also the goofs. Theo is turning into quite the little clown and I couldn't get through a day with him making me laugh (mostly because he can't seem to get through a day without making me crying. I will be so happy when he's fully potty trained.)
Then there's my Big Hunk o'Love. No, not the cat, the big lug holding the cat. He's my biggest addiction.

FFA

Topic: Laughing Gas at the Dentist Office

I have a problem with the way Dentists' offices handle laughing gas. For some reason they all seem to believe that it should be used when a patient is in the dentist chair. I, on the other hand, believe that laughing gas should be administered as soon as one arrives at the dentist's office. Why must we sit in the boring waiting area, reading boring, outdated magazines and watching the receptionist's idea of a good talk show? Get a few fish tanks, a ball pit and a bean bag and pump the good stuff straight into the waiting room.

This week's biggest pet peeve

I hate it when you're in the shower and the shower curtain is pushed up against you. Or, as in my case, your toddler breaks into the bathroom and shoves it against you again and again.

Tuesday Musings #14

Rewrite the following classic nursery rhyme as it applies to your life -

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

This is about how the mess spreads in my home:

For want of clean pans the counter space was lost.
For want of counter space the kitchen was lost.
For want of a kitchen the dining room was lost.
For want of a dining room the living room was lost.
For want of a living room the downstairs was lost.
For want of a downstairs the upstairs was lost.
For want of an upstairs the house was lost.
For want of a house the sanity was lost.
And all for the want of clean pans.

P.S. Not really my house.

Tuesday Musings #13

List five things that drive you crazy and make you want to go live in a cabin on a mountainside and never see another human being. Then, list five things that make you smile even on the rainiest of days.

Things I don’t like:

1. People who curse at their children in public
2. Really hot and humid days

3. Insane drivers, especially those who speed down our street 4. People who think they have a right to comment on anything and everything
5. People who leave their dogs outside to bark all day and night
Things I love about Life:

1. The smile of a baby (especially my own)
2. The beach at night
3. Seeing the Milky Way
4. Chocolate Cake
5. When my house is clean and after a long day I can lie down on the couch with popcorn popped in a pot and a huge glass of watered down orange juice and watch a really good movie and the kids stay asleep through the whole thing

Tuesday Musings #12

Do you regret anything that you have done in your lifetime and if so what?

Yeah. That I didn't have this wedding. Most of the other stuff I would do a little differently I've gotten over.

Tuesday Musings #11

Growing up what extra curricular activities did you get to try? Which activity was your favorite and which was your least favorite? If you didn't have an opportunity which do you wish you could of tried? Pictures Please! :)

I wasn't really one for extra curricular activities, unless you consider doing all I could to avoid curricular activities an extra curricular activity. Remember all those John Hughes films about the losers vs the cool kids/jocks and the losers always came out on top? Well, I was Watts in Some Kind of Wonderful without the hot boyfriend at the end of the movie. I was what some might have considered a slacker, a loafer, a punk.

I know, you're shaking your head saying, 'not Claire.' But, I guarantee it is the truth. The cheerleaders even started a rumor that I was a lesbian. I missed 1/3 of the required about of gym my junior year and still passed because the very masculine, female gym teacher thought I was entertaining (she even had a pet name for me I won't repeat). I bummed rides off my friends all through high school and can't honestly say all of my past times were completely legal. My parents accused me on a regular basis of appearing to be homeless. I dyed my hair more colors than the rainbow. My home-EC teacher tried to get me suspended because she didn't like that I wore my hair half covering my face. And I spent the last year of high school grounded, yep, the whole year. I was a John Hughes character.

Maybe I am a little more like Watts than I first assumed. I didn't get the hot guy in high school but I did get the dreamy guy in the end...

FFA #15

What would you do if you had 30 minutes with absolutely NO accountability whatsoever (moral, ethical, legal, etc.)?

We live on 3rd Street. Third Street is parallel to 4th St. Fourth Street is a main street with a speed limit of 35 mph. On our street, we have a playground and Community Center and a speed limit of 20 mph. What I don't get about this situation is why every vehicle (including the police vehicles that frequent our neighborhood) have to barrel down our street at 40 mph. The semis prefer our street (I assume because we lack stop lights) and don't even pretend to slow down.
Last year, our neighbor witness some jerk in his over-sized phallus speeding down our street and get out to yell at some child going to the playground for not getting out of his way fast enough.
So, here is what I would do: I would set up spikes on our street that flatten tires of anyone going over the speed limit.

I wish that I could say that would satisfy me but I must admit that I would feel the need to explain to this person after they swerved of the road why this happened to them. Summing up with something along the lines of: "You are a selfish, ignorant ****." Then I would taser them.
Then, If they looked like this guy:
I would give them a good, swift kick in the gut while they were down and tell them their hair made them look like the trash they are. And, around here that would be most of the people who drive, including the teens and women.
There was probably a day when, if given 30 guilt free minutes, I would have done something exciting and exotic. But now all I want is for some peace and quiet. I want Luc to be able to take a nap without being woken up by a rusted out exhaust or ghetto rap being played by some kid named Colt who only graduated high school because his dad said he had to if he ever wanted to drive the tractor again after his 3rd DUI. I guess turning 32 has changed me.
P.S. Sorry I'm late yet again. Theo's got a stomach bug. You don't want to know...

Tuesday Musings #10

Do you collect anything? If so, what? If not then, why…or what would you collect if you had to start a collection? Pictures please!

So here's my lame excuse for doing my Tuesday Musings on a Thursday: The camera batteries were dead and needed charging and I had no pictures of my mirrors so I had to charge the batteries and take pictures before I could post. Maybe next week I'll be on time.
Well, if you haven't figured it out, I collect mirrors. I love mirrors with cool frames. I saw one I loved in a gallery in Socorro, NM when I was visiting my brother Matt. I bought it and the rest is history. This one I found in a back alley art shop in Conway, NH.
I got this one at a garage sale for 25 cents.
I don't know how many I have now. Some of my favorites are the large mirror that Grandma Blanche just gave me that has been in our family for years; the other large mirror in my collection (most of them are very small) that Matt and Steph got me while on their honeymoon; the little mirror made out of soda cans that they got me in South Africa; and a hand mirror that my parents bought my in Peter's Valley (an artists' community in NJ).
The latest addition to my collection is a mirror with a beautiful classic frame that my in-laws got me for my birthday.
My dream is to one day have a house of our own where I can put all the mirrors very close together and fill up the entire wall with my eclectic collection. One day.....

FFA #14

Freewrite on the following cliche: "A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."

Okay, so the first thing that comes to mind, is something about how our 'kingdom' is being run by a horse, or an ass, or a combination of the two. I'm going to leave it at for now because I have many dishes and much laundry to do but maybe I'll revisit the topic if the mood hits me over the weekend. Happy Friday.

Oh Hadschi Halef Omar, you get me every time!

This is for Cresta because she sends me funny things like Buffalax videos. (Warning: For those with children this is PG)

Tuesday Musings #9

“Imagine your life is now a book. In 100 words, write the blurb for it. (It’s what people will read on the back cover.)”

She was an typical girl with an typical upbringing. She was average at everything she did and nothing prepared her for the whirlwind to come. Follow Claire as she defies all common sense. Come along on her journey through bad decisions, rash judgments and illogical reasoning as she attempts to muddle through her life without causing irreparable harm to her loved ones. You will laugh as she makes a fool of herself and cry as she tries to prepare edible food for her unsuspecting family. Join her on her journey. Just remember, whatever you do, do not follow her example.

P.S. Sorry its late!

How I Know I'm a Crappy Mother (Part III of Many)

I encourage this kind of behavior.

FFA #13

What is something you are completely fantastic at, and what is something you are really crappy at?

I am really good at being me. I mean, I can't tell you how many times I have heard, "Only you would do something like that!" People aren't saying this all the time because Joe Schmo could pull off being me. I have to admit that every time I hear, "You are making a spectacle of yourself," I can't help but think, "I can't help it if people want to stare at my gloriousnesses."

If there is one thing I am really crappy at it is remembering to get the garbage out to the curb on Tuesday nights.

Tagged.

So, my dear friend Peggy hates me so she tagged me. So, as if you aren't sick enough of my babbling, here goes...
1. What was I doing 10 years ago?
Ten years ago I was working full time doing customer service and collections for AT&T Universal Card. It sucked but it paid well for the effort I had to put in and I worked great hours so I had lots of free time to play.
2. What are five things on my to-do list today?

1. Take Theo to his Kindermusik class.
2. Take Theo to the Imagination Station to burn off some energy and make a mess someplace other than home.
3. Call in Matt's allergy prescription.
4. Make a grocery list and go shopping.
5. Try and clean off my favorite blue shoes that have been dirty since last summer.

3. What are some snacks that I enjoy?

Any gummy candy (preferable not sour), Cheetos, Chex Mix, chocolate chips and peanuts (Theo and I eat this one regularly) Wheat Thins, anything chocolate, etc...

4. Things I would do if I were a billionaire.

• Pay off debt.
• Put a big chunk in savings.
• Put money away for the boys' college fund.
• Buy a car that will simultaneously hold our stroller and our groceries.
• Give big chunks of money to the people I love and some charities.
• I'm assuming that any money that is left over will quickly be used up putting gas in my new car.

5. Places I've lived.

• New Hampshire (Manchester)
• New York (Staten Island)
• Utah (West Valley, Holladay, Sugar House, Magna, Murray & Salt Lake)
• Belgium (Charleroi, Liege & Brussels)
• France (Strasbourg & Villefranche-sur-Mer)
• Massachusetts (Lynn & Ayer)
• Indiana

Since I had to suffer through this, I'm spreading the joy. Amy, Steph (don't worry, I can wait until you're back from girls' camp), Jean and Michelle, I tag you!!

Tuesday Musings #8

Who was the last person you prank called? What did you say?

I've been thinking about this for well over 24 hours now and I honestly can't remember. I hope you'll all forgive me but I'm going to have to go with the most memorable prank instead. It wasn't original and it wasn't funny. It was just plain dumb.

I was in the fourth grade and my teacher was Mrs. Hutchinson (I think). Even if I am not 100% sure about her name I can remember her. She was everything you would imagine a fourth grade teacher to be. She was in her 50's or 60's with straight, chin length graying hair. She always wore the latest in aging hippie wear right down to the over sized bead necklaces and orthopedic sandals. She was very nice and had one of those voices that could always soothe the troubled child (except when you didn't do your homework which was most days for me).

I remember her teaching us songs for all the holidays. I think my love of Halloween blossomed when she taught us the words to The Cat Came Back. What she didn't teach us was that when you try to prank someone the rag over the receiver never works like it does in the spy movie of old.

So, there we are, me and some equally dumb siblings and/or friends, I'm a little fuzzy on who was there. I someone, possible me, suggests that we call our teachers. I'm up first. She answers. I say with confidence (because the rag is disguising my voice and all), "Is this Mrs. Hutchinson?" To which she replies, "Claire Chadwick, is that you?" I then hung up, absolutely mortified and swore off prank phone calls which I'm sure lasted at least a week.

To this day I believe that prank phone call is the reason she failed me in vocabulary.

FFA #12

When Technology Goes Too Far...

I don't think technology goes far enough. Let's face it, if we have the know-how to have everything done for us by robots, why the hell do I still have to stuff?!? I want housecleaning robots. I want to stand on a conveyor belt and ride through my shower in the morning. I want to lift my arms and have clothes put on me. I want a huge vacuum that comes down from the ceiling, sucks up all of Theo's toys and sorts then neatly into their respective bins. I want a potty training robot that tracks Theo as he moves around the house, recognizes when he is ready to go to the bathroom, lifts him up and sticks him on the toilet. I want a robot that changes Luc's diaper. I want something that actually picks cat hair up off of furniture. I want lasers all over my house that set off alarms when Theo gets into stuff he's not supposed to. And I want a car that folds into a briefcase.

World of Wal-Marts

A few years ago Tim and Sarah gave us a pepperball for Christmas. We love pepper and we loved our pepperball. Wel, a couple days ago Theo threw our pepperball on the floor with enough force to break our pepperball. Very sad. So, we added pepperball to our grocery list.
In our area there are three Wal-Marts. The first is located in the commercial center. We went there once. As we were walking there were a group of Amish girls were walking in and a mother and son, a very typical mother and son for this area, walked in and the son looked at the girls and yelled, "F***ing Amish!!" Maybe if the mother had done something other than nod in agreement it wouldn't have bee so offensive (okay, nothing could have made it less offensive.) We swore we would never go to that Wal-Mart again. Then there is the Wal-Mart we do go to. It is new, clean and in a newer part of town. I am not going to say that it doesn't have its share of questionable characters because 1. it is Wal-Mart and 2. we live in Indiana. The third Wal-Mart is on the other side of the university. We call it the "student Wal-Mart". Although we haven't sworn it off like we have the trashy Wal-Mart, we try to avoid going there. The name says it all.
Last night we had to go shopping. We were only a couple blocks from the student Wal-Mart and didn't didn't want to have to drive to the other side of town so we slummed it. Well, I went looking for a new pepperball. In all of the Super Wal-Mart they had 1 short isle which included all the pots, pans, knifes, kitchen accessories, etc that they carried. I guess when you cook on a hot plate and/or eat McDonald's for every meal, that's all you need. What it some down to was they had no pepper mills, not even a pepper shaker! What they did have were ashtrays. Not one ashtray but many ashtrays in a variety of colors and sizes. Apparently, ashtrays are kitchens essentials but flavor in your food is not. I love Wal-Mart.