A Day at the Bee

Back in December, Maddie won her middle school spelling bee by correctly spelling “dichromatism”.  I don’t know who was more excited…Maddie or me.  I believe I may have mentioned my love of the spelling bee here before.  Winning the bee earned her a chance to compete in the Central Pennsylvania Spelling Bee, which was the step before the National Spelling Bee in Washington DC! 

However, she was not guaranteed a spot in the Central PA bee.  First she needed to pass a written test.  She and the other 144 students who won their school bees took a 100 word spelling test together at the end of January.  The top 36 scorers would earn a seat at the bee.  After an excruciatingly long week of waiting, we got the word that Maddie had made it! 

Now our study time kicked into high gear.  She studied anywhere between 15 and 60 minutes each day.  Some days when her homework load was heavy and she had swim practice, we didn’t get to it at all, but most days she and I studied hard together. 

Finally the big day arrived.  On Saturday, Grandma H. arrived to watch the boys, and Maddie, Dave and I set out for the PBS television studio in Harrisburg.  She did a little last minute studying in the car:

When we got to the studio, we checked in, then had about 15 minutes to kill before they would separate us.  She was in a good mood.  Nervous, but excited.  She even posed with Henry the 8th.

                                                       It’s like they were separated at birth!

We checked out the bios of the competition in the program.  There were 12 boys and 22 girls; seven 6th graders, three 7th graders, and twenty-four 8th graders; 13 spellers were returning from a previous year at the Central PA Bee.  None of them had a guinea pig or were as cute as Maddie (blog author admits to personal bias here).

                                                                                           Ready!

Finally, it was time for the spellers to head off for instructions, and for the parents to take their seats in the studio.    We hugged and kissed and wished her luck, and watched her walk away.  I felt sick to my stomach, but also felt so darn excited for her.

Soon they ushered the kids into the studio.   Here was our view:

That’s right.  The main cameraman was right in front of us.  I couldn’t see her when she was seated or when she was spelling, although Dave could see her when she was spelling.  Luckily there were two tv’s set up so I could see her on the monitors when it was her turn. 

There was also a last minute drama, as one of the spellers hadn’t yet arrived by taping time.  There were a few moments of waiting and deliberation. Finally, they began the “practice round”.  The words in this round were just for practice, they wouldn’t count against the speller if they got their word wrong.  Luckily, none of them did!  The late speller never showed, and the bee began.

Maddie was randomly given the number 13.  Finally, she got her first real turn and her first word, which was “knapsack”. 

                                                                                    She nailed it!

Then she spelled credentials, chronic, and incorruptible.

After round 4 the spellers were given a break, and we could join her.  The adrenaline was pumping, let me tell you!  Turkey Hill and Hershey were two of the bee sponsors so there was an awesome spread of drinks, ice cream, chips and chocolate. 

After twenty minutes, she headed back to the room with a smaller number of spellers than last time, maybe about ten fewer, and the words started getting harder.  Maddie knocked these words out of the ballpark in rounds 5-12:  opossum, terrapin, rapport, mihrab, charpoy, rejoneador. and nurturance.  There was one more word, and we can’t remember it!

But then…in round 13, she got the word pullet.  They defined it as a chicken and used it in a sentence for her.  I could see she didn’t know it.  She asked them for the language of origin and was told it was French. She told me later that she thought of “poultry” and decided to go with “poulet”.  I told her that was excellent thinking and I really meant it.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t the right spelling, the bell dinged, and Maddie was led out of the room by a “comfort person”.  Dave and I headed out too.  I knew she didn’t really need a “comfort person”, but I also knew she’d be crushed.

When we were reunited moments later, she was sad.  She knew all of the words in the round leading up to hers.  But that’s the way a spelling bee is. Sometimes you just get a word that is not a good fit for you!

We told her she was awesome.  We told her we were so proud of her.  I told her I would have gotten “opossum” wrong (I would have spelled it with two p’s), we told her that she had two more years to try again. But she was really, really sad.

                                Don’t worry…she made that sad face for me for artistic purposes. 

Then we helped ourselves to more Hershey/Turkey Hill products.  I still have some big Reese’s Cups in my purse for her!

She ended up finishing in 12th place, which she was really bummed about, because she missed the top 10 by two, and the kids in the top ten got a lot of prizes.  She ended up with a pair of bumblebee socks and free tickets to the Science Museum in Harrisburg and the Civil War Museum in Gettysburg.  Mostly, though, she didn’t care about the prizes, she just couldn’t believe she had been eliminated.

I wanted her to call people and tell them the good news of her excellent placing, but she didn’t want to, and she was quiet on the ride home.  She came home and held Herbie for a little bit. 

By suppertime she had cheered up enough to make some calls, and now I think she’s feeling better about the day. 

Dave and I are just so proud of her.  I remember when we used to be able to spell things in front of her we didn’t want her to understand (“Did you remember to bring her j-u-i-c-e?”)  She is smart.  She’s our best girl.  And now she can spell us under the table.

P.S.-For local friends, the bee aired last night, but will also air on PBS on Wednesday, 2/29 at 7:00 pm, and on Friday, 3/2 at 1:00 pm!  They cut out Rounds 8-13 though and skipped to Round 14, right after she was eliminated.  Bummer.

Memory Lane

On Saturday morning, Dave hooked up our ancient VCR to an old television because Jack found a Steven Courtney videotape he wanted to watch.  It was funny to see Jack acquaint himself with the workings of the VCR.  He had no idea how to insert a videotape, and then he kept pushing open the little door so he could see the videotape inside.  We also had to explain that you couldn’t skip around when watching a videotape, though you could Fastforward and Rewind, and he enjoyed turning that little wheel.

And then Dave found some homemade videotapes labeled  “Maddie’s First Year” and “2001-2002”.  We hadn’t watched any of Maddie’s videotapes ever since we  switched over to digital and ditched the VCR in favor of the DVD player, around the time she was 3. 

I can’t tell you how excited I was!

We all sat on the floor around the old dinosaur of a tv and watched her lay there and gurgle, then crawl (and I had forgotten that she used to crawl with her right leg sticking out, using it like an oar), we watched her take her first steps, we watched her ask for “mo, mo” (more, more),  we saw her open her first Christmas presents, and water the garden, and splash in the baby pool in just a swim diaper so you could really see all those little chunky rolls she had, and then we saw her meet her new baby brother Ben for the first time.  We watched Ben rolling over at around seven weeks old while a jealous, 20 month old Maddie jumped almost on top of him to show us that she could roll too.  Then she stomped away, still in view of the camera, picked up a board book, turned her back on us, and ignored our pleas to come show us how she could also roll over.  Oh my.  Those first months with the two of them were hard.  I remembered that too. 

After awhile I got smart and started taking a few short videos with my phone, which I’ve downloaded onto the computer, since I have a feeling those videotapes won’t last forever and may never be watched again anyway.

I also snapped a photo of the scene that made us all laugh until we all (or at least I) literally cried:

Halfway through her meal of peaches, she got the urge to poop, and so she did.  Though, as you can see, it took some effort. 

We aren’t through watching the second tape yet, and I really just can’t wait.  But those darn tapes have me feeling so old (because I really was younger and cuter and thinner 12 years ago) and yearning for the baby days, which is ridiculous, because I really like where we are right now.  I love their ages, I love that I can talk and joke with them, I love that I have Beth Time back, I love that I sleep all night…

But I really also want  a baby to hold and cuddle and kiss again.

Maybe I can get my bratty brother Dave and the lovely Jamae to work on that problem for me.

This Week

I can’t believe I haven’t blogged since last week!  There just hasn’t been much to say, the weather’s all Februaryish and we’ve been all cooped up with no place to go, except the usual boring old destinations, and I’ve been waiting for those Girl Scout cookies I ordered to appear so I can make them disappear, and I have a chest cold.  I really am a sad, miserable, boring person.

What?  You’re still reading?  You must be desperate.

Let me recap the week for you.

I subbed three times last week in our elementary school’s library, which, though awesome, is where I’m pretty sure I picked up my cold, as I checked in and shelved the books of well over 250 germ-ridden kids in those days.  I got to have Ben in one of my library classes, which was really nice!  I’ve never subbed for one of my kids before.  He told me ahead of time not to hug him or embarrass him.  I don’t think I did either of those things, but I did call him Benjy at one point, and I heard a girl say, “Did she just call you Benjy?” and I thought quick and said, “No!  I said, ‘Ben, see.’”  No one can beat me in the quick retort arena.  Jack walked by the library with his class a few times and waved like crazy and blew kisses at me.  He would have been totally cool with a hug and a nickname, I tell you.

I ate Mexican food three times this week!  The first time was with Dave’s extended family, the second time was lunch with Dave on Valentine’s Day, and the third time was with friends.  I feel like I really am picking up on the culture and language of our Mexican neighbors as a result.  I frequently find myself saying “Si” instead of yes, I’ve taken to wearing a sombrero around the house for fun, and I’ve been trying to wrap everything in tortillas and cover it all with cheese, which has generally worked surprisingly well, except maybe with Lucky Charms and pickles.

Dave and I shared a romantic Valentine’s evening at Jack’s Tiger Scout meeting, where we were in charge of the proceedings; our assigned theme was “The Food Pyramid”.  The unfortunate juxtaposition of my lovingly prepared valentine meal for my family (lasagna, by the way---which I had planned to cut into heart shapes with a cookie cutter, but didn’t because I just didn’t have time) and the Tiger Scout meeting, resulted in me yelling, “Eat! Eat!  What is with you pokey people?” at the children more than once, then throwing the brownie covered Oreos I had baked and painstakingly drizzled pink chocolate hearts onto earlier in the day, at them, and then hustling out the door.  Nice.  Very loving.

Maddie had the little plastic things in her braces changed at her ortho appointment this week.  She chose green because St. Patrick’s Day is the next holiday, and now every time she smiles I have to stop myself from telling her she has lettuce caught in her braces.

I’m hosting neighborhood bunko here tonight, so as you can imagine, I am cleaning the house like a crazy woman and getting all of my food ready, and I will be barking at the children to use the upstairs bathrooms only after school so there are no surprises in the downstairs toilet or on that toilet seat come 7 p.m.  I’m trying two new Pinterest recipes, Red Velvet Cheesecake Brownies and Caramel Topped Shortbread.  The brownie covered Oreos I made on Valentine’s Day were not a hit.  They came out a little dry and hard, so I’m hoping Pinterest doesn’t let me down again.

Can you see now why I haven’t really blogged much this week?  And aren’t you glad I didn’t blog much this week?

photo source                       Someday, I’mma get me one a these.

Red Velvet Whoopie Pies

Nothing says central Pennsylvania quite like a whoopie pie. Unless, of course, it’s an Amish buggy traffic jam or stinkbug infestations or a local population who uses the word “yous” to represent “you guys” or “y’all”.  Of course, central PA (and we do call ourselves by the letters---say ‘central Pee-Aye’) is also rolling hills and green farmlands and the sweet fragrance of Hershey’s chocolate in the air.  But I digress.

Someone told me recently that Maine thinks they invented the whoopie pie.  I have not actually checked my facts on this,  but I’m here to say, the whoopie pie was definitely from around here first, from the folks who also gave us shoo-fly pie and scrapple and horse-and-buggy traffic jams, and if yous people in Maine want to come down here to our rolling hills and stinkbugs and have a whoopie pie bakeoff, I would be up to the challenge.  Frankly, Maine, you stick with blueberries and lobsters and…whatever else comes from Maine.  We’ve got the whoopie pie covered, thankyouverymuch.

Your basic whoopie pie is created using two soft, yet sturdy chocolate cookies with a granulated sugar frosting in between (not confectioner’s sugar, because they didn’t have that back when the whoopie pie was invented.  Here.)  Now that the rest of the world has picked up on the whoopie pie, there are a lot of variations, probably none of which originate here, (and most of which use a confectioner’s sugar frosting) which include red velvet whoopie pies, whoopie pies with peanut butter frosting, pumpkin whoopie pies, chocolate chip whoopie pies, and so on. 

I’ve always made the basic whoopie pie, but thought I’d try doing a red velvet whoopie pie for a recent Super Bowl party.  I almost put blue frosting in the middle so they’d match the colors of the competing teams, but I restrained myself and went with white.    I used my whoopie pie recipe, which came from my former teacher aide, Kelly M., and googled how much red food coloring I should add. Google told me a whole bottle of red food coloring!  Which I thought was a lot.  I tried adding just half the bottle and it was a mistake.  They turned out more aubergine than red.  

I also made a cream cheese frosting, since that’s what usually goes with red velvet, but in the end, I think I liked the traditional frosting better, so I’ll give you both recipes.


Red Velvet Whoopie Pies
1 c. oil
2 c. brown sugar
2 eggs
3 c. flour
1 t. baking soda
8 T. cocoa powder
1 c. milk
1-1/2 t. vanilla
1 ounce bottle red food coloring

~Cream oil and brown sugar.  Add all other ingredients except food coloring and mix well.  Add food coloring and mix well.
~Let mixture stand for a half hour.
~Drop by teaspoons onto a greased cookie sheet.  Try to drop them in a nice circular shape, as they will stay that shape when you bake them.  Also, try to keep them all the same size as they will need to be partnered up with a matching cookie later!
~Bake 8 minutes in a preheated, 375 degree oven.  Cool, then find matching cookies and sandwich them together with frosting.

Cream Cheese Frosting
1 softened,  8 oz. brick of cream cheese
1 softened stick of butter
3 c.confectioner’s sugar
1 t. vanilla
~Mix ingredients, must be refrigerated. 

Traditional Frosting
1/2 lb. butter
1 c. crisco
2 c. granulated sugar
1 c. milk
2 rounded t. flour
2 t. vanilla
~Mix all ingredients in a standing mixer at high speed for 15 minutes (you are melting the gran. sugar!)

I hope yous all enjoy the recipe.

I am linking this recipe with many other yummy recipes at Foodie Friday.

Valentine Decisions

The weeks before Valentine’s Day rolls around we usually take a much anticipated trip to Walmart or Target and look through all the valentines for the style that each kid likes the best.  Traditionally, Maddie picked cute or funny animals, Ben looked for the Lego ones or maybe Spongebob, and Jack got whatever cartoon character struck his fancy the most that year.  After that, we’d head to the candy aisle where each of them would pick out a bag of candy so they’d have something to attach to their valentines.  Also, I would get a bag of red cherry juju hearts because they are awesome.

This year I found two ideas on Pinterest that I really liked, and I showed them to the boys (Maddie’s in middle school and they don’t exchange valentines anymore.  Pout.)  For one valentine, you take a picture of your child wearing a fake mustache, and then bling it up in Picasa (or some photo editing site) to say, “I mustache you a question….Will You Be My Valentine?”  It was very cute, but no one liked it. (You can click on my Pinterest button on the right, and then click on my Valentine Board to see both ideas by the way).

Jack decided he liked the other design, and I reminded him that if we went with this one, he would not be picking out valentines at Walmart this year.  I wanted that to be very clear, that once we made these valentines, he was locked in, baby.  He nodded his assent and signed a three page document that I had notarized.  Ben, by the way, still wanted to pick his out at Walmart.

Last Saturday, Jack and I went out in the backyard and took this photo:

And then I went to Picasa (which is free photo editing and storage---which is very convenient, by the way,  in that every time you open it up, it automatically uploads any new photos on your computer to its site.  I like that my photos are backed up somewhere else…just in case) and Jack and I made this using Picnik in Picasa:

Which probably still doesn’t make sense to you.  But check this out:

He’s holding the lollipop in his hand!  So cute.  The example on Pinterest had the child holding a Tootsie Pop which definitely would have worked better, as this lollipop covers up the words at the top and a little bit of his face, but he wanted the Jolly Ranchers, so that’s what we got.

By the way, after the boys and I picked up the pictures at the Walmart photo center, we headed over to the Valentine section so that Ben could pick out his valentines, and I’m not kidding, they had Angry Bird valentines which offered a bonus poster and Angry Bird sticker set, which Jack immediately decided he wanted instead.  As I was standing there holding the pack of photos we had just had printed out.

I pulled out the notarized Valentine Contract, reminded him of our agreement, suggested I would not be against suing him for damages (both monetary and personal anguish) and then I told him he could buy the Angry Bird valentines with his own money if he really wanted them, and he did.

When he got them home he decided he would give them to friends who were not in his classroom, like cousins, neighbors, and his Sunday School class.  So I did not have to sue him for mental anguish after all, which was a relief.

Ben picked out lovely Mad Lib valentines with Nerds to go along with them, which was very nice, except a few days later he made his own valentines with gun-toting army guys on them, printed them out in black and white, and told me he had decided to use his instead.  Which is fine except that I’m totally bugged by the fact that he printed them out in black and white! 

Will the mental anguish never end?!

Groundhog Day EXPOSED!

Yesterday morning, Herbie asked if he could watch the live coverage of Punxsutawney Phil’s Groundhog Day forecast.  Apparently, Phil is his cousin a couple of times removed.  We flipped on the channel and gave him priority seating, and he was one happy guinea pig.

Phil, as we all know, saw his shadow and predicted another 6 weeks of winter.  Jack and Ben cheered, since we’ve only had two snows so far and they wanted more.  But Herbie?

He gave me a look.  One of those knowing looks that pass between two mammals when they want to share something away from the innocent ears of the children.  I picked him up and took him into Dave’s office for a private talk.

“Dude,” he said, “It was rigged!”

“What?!” I exclaimed.  “That’s crazy!  Herbie, why on earth would the Groundhog’s Day prediction be rigged?”

“I totes don’t know, but it was.  I clearly saw Phil whisper ‘early spring’ to the handler.  Why the handler decided to lie is beyond me.”  Herbie shrugged his little piggy shoulders and sighed.  “Maybe he’s getting a kickback from the snowblower/shovel corporations or something.  All I know is, the dude lied to the world.  And I can prove it.”

“What?  How?”  I asked.  And he told me.

I waited until Maddie came home from school so we had a witness, and we took him outside where he asked me to hold him up so he could sniff the wind.  Also he wanted to air out his privates.  Don’t ask me…it’s a guinea pig thing.

Then I gently set him on the concrete… and he was right.

 

No shadow.  Early spring.  Phil had been betrayed by those closest to him.  And I have the word of a guinea pig and a 6th grader to back me up. 

I am taking this information as high as it will go, possibly even to President Obama himself, if necessary.  I realize just how dangerous a situation we are in now.  I worry, in fact, that the Punxsutawney Inner Circle will try to “take care of us”, if you know what I mean. Please.  Pray for us. Contact your congressman.  Get the word out.  We have all been cursed to have six more weeks of winter, when, in fact, we should be expecting an early spring.  This is cruel, unfair, and utterly reprehensible. 

To Phil:  We have your back.  We will prevail.  Also, Herbert says Hey.

Homemade PopTarts

This may be my lamest recipe ever.

Right now homemade PopTarts are going around on Pinterest (do you see my new Pinterest button over there on the right?)  I thought they looked so cute!  I liked the idea of making PopTarts without all the preservatives and stuff that make up the 25 ingredient list on the box. Also, since my kids do like PopTarts I figured they would think I was awesome for making some homemade ones!

But after I made these, I thought, “This may be the lamest thing I’ve ever made for them besides a bowl of cereal.”  Because basically, I realized that PopTarts are just jam pies with sprinkles.

One recipe floating around called for making a homemade crust.  Ha!  That was a knee slapper!  I went out and bought me a box of Pillsbury pie crusts.

Then I cut one into a square:

And then I cut that into a bunch of rectangles and put some pastry filling on half of them (the pastry filling was leftover from some thumbprint cookies I made at Christmas, but you can use any jam):

Then I put another rectangle on each of those and sealed them around the edges with a fork:

Bake those babies in a 425 degree oven for 7-8 minutes.  While they’re baking, make a glaze for them using powdered sugar (about a 1/2 cup), a drizzle of milk, and a 1/4 t. of vanilla.  It should be about the consistency of syrup.  That’s not a lot of milk!  Maybe only a few tablespoons!  Add your food coloring.  I decided to make mine pink, but I used a bit too much food coloring and they look almost radioactive. Less is more, people.

Drizzle on the glaze and give it a sprinkle of sprinkles.  I think they look awful, but Maddie and Jack devoured them.   Ben (my pickiest eater) took one look at them, wrinkled his nose slightly, and said, “I think I’ll just get one out of the box.”  And then he did.

I tried taking pictures of Maddie and Jack eating them, but they were not cooperating.  Do they not know I have a blog to write?  I said, “Try to look like you’re enjoying them!”  And this is what I got:

She’s really going to regret that photo someday.

This was the best he could do?  After I slaved away in the kitchen on these PopTarts for 4 whole minutes?  Hmph.

I think this would be a fun recipe to do with your children.  But maybe I’ll just stick with pancakes on Saturday morning from now on.

January Book Review

I am in such a reading slump.  I have really struggled the past two months to get through my nightly books.  Maybe it’s because it’s winter and I’m just so blah and tired by bedtime, or maybe I’ve just picked a lineup of stinkers to read, but I usually fall asleep 2-3 pages in.  It might also be because I’ve been doing Words With Friends/Hanging With Friends/Scramble with Friends on my phone and have about 5 games going that I usually get caught up on before my nightly reading, and all that thinking is obviously not good for my tired brain.

So anyway, here are my last five books.  I hope they keep you awake.

Wish You Were Here by Stewart O’Nan- Tara at Taradactyl said in her last book review that she is really loving Stewart O’Nan, especially his book, Emily Alone.  Unfortunately, my library system didn’t have Emily Alone, but it did have this one, which apparently is the sequel to Emily Alone (though it can stand on its own).  I can’t say I was crazy about Wish You Were Here, but I liked it enough that I will try to read Emily Alone when I can get my hands on a copy.  It had all of the elements I usually like in a book:   good character development, the story was told from multiple characters’ perspectives, an interesting premise and family dynamic, but since I fell asleep every 2-3 pages (darn that Words With Friends!) I really just felt like I never connected with it.  By the way, it’s about an extended family’s last stay at their mountain cottage….Emily (title character in Emily Alone, remember this is a sequel) is going to sell the house after the family spends one last week there.

Then Came You by Jennifer Weiner-Again, this had a great premise, but I just couldn’t connect!  This is about four women who are all connected by a baby:  the egg donor, the surrogate mother, the intended mother of the baby, and the stepdaughter of the intended mother.  I have to say that I don’t think this one was all me.  There was too much backstory (and I don’t usually mind that) and I really didn’t like the stepdaughter and found the intended mother’s whole background unbelievable.  Bottom line:  I wouldn’t recommend this one.

 

All is Vanity by Christina Schwartz-  Finally, I got a good one!  This novel follows two women, friends since elementary school.  Margaret has always been the overachieving star, while Letty has always been the wind beneath Margaret’s wings, so to speak.  This novel is a satirical look at vanity today.  Satire, if you remember from high school English, is when an author makes fun of or exaggerates someone’s shortcomings in order to teach a lesson.  In this case, Margaret displays vanity by wanting to be a famous author (and these are some of the funniest parts of the book, when she tries to write her novel) whereas Letty’s vanity is illustrated by her over-the-top need to “keep up with the Joneses” as she slowly works her credit cards up to an insane amount of debt, all the while obliviously making excuses for her choices.  If you decide to read this, know that the first third of the book, as you are slowly introduced through flashbacks to both women’s formative years, is fairly slow reading, but things really pick up when Margaret makes a bad decision and Letty’s expenses start to go crazy.  (By the way, this author also wrote Drowning Ruth, another good one you might want to try.)

Nightwoods by Charles Frazier-Have you read Cold Mountain by this author? That, my friends, is an excellent novel.  It was made into a movie sometime in the last decade starring Nicole Kidman, which was also good, but read the novel, please.    Anywho, Nightwoods takes place in the mountains of North Carolina and is a much quicker read than Cold Mountain.  Luce inherits her sister Lily’s twin children after Lily is murdered by her husband (which the children witness).   Bud, the husband/killer who is not convicted of his crime, tracks down Luce and the children, partly to make sure the kids don’t squeal, and partly because he’s certain that Lily has hidden a large amount of money with the children.  The novel is somewhat suspenseful, but Frazier’s gorgeous writing is the reason to read this book.  He’s the kind of author that doesn’t just tells a story, but puts it all together with vivid imagery, subtle, dry, sly occasional humor, and who, unfortunately, is not afraid to have bad things happen to his main characters.  Having read Cold Mountain and knowing that both his good and bad characters are sometimes equally “punished”, I was not entirely certain that all would be well in the end.  And I’m not going to tell you what happens either.   So there.  Nyah.

By the way, this one is not showing up on my Goodreads widget over there on the right, but I did read it!  (Actually, no books are currently showing on the widget…I’m not sure what’s going on.)

Matched by Ally Condie-This is another one recommended to me by Tara.  This young adult novel is set some unspecified time in the future, where society has become near perfect.  Most cancers and diseases have been cured, and everyone lives long (at least until age 80) because “the society” makes all of your choices for you so that they are all healthy ones.  You are matched with your spouse based on statistics, your food is delivered to you and based on your own dietary/caloric needs, every hour of your day is scheduled-- you know exactly what time your work and school hours are and even your leisure hours are programmed and the leisure choices presented for you.  Unfortunately, the society has its downside, and that is what Cassia, the seventeen year old heroine of the novel is starting to see.  In the beginning of the novel, Cassia is “matched” with her future husband, but she soon starts to fall for someone else.  Also, her grandfather, whose 80th birthday occurs days after her matching ceremony, is euthanized by the society, as the society has determined that 80 is the best age to die (before you get too sick or useless, they think).  This bothers Cassia too (but apparently doesn’t bother anyone else).  So…the book really kept me reading, but I felt like the author could have told this novel in about 80 pages (and then killed it before it started to get old and useless…hahaha!)  I found myself skimming occasionally as Cassia thought and thought and thought things through.  Geez, figure it out already and do what you’re going to do!  This book is the first of three, and I will definitely read the next one (Crossed) and the third is still being written, with publication due next fall.  It’s the next Hunger Games, people!  Get on board!

Instagram January

I’ll begin this month’s stunningly riveting review with a peek at our New Year’s Eve.  We started off the afternoon with a trip to see The Adventures of Tin Tin.  It was excellent!  There was action and adventure, humor, a mystery, and the animation was amazing.  I can’t believe this movie wasn’t nominated for an Animation Oscar.  It’s probably not in theaters anymore, but make sure you see it on DVD.  After that we headed to our favorite Japanese restaurant where the kids drank Shirley Temples this time and we successfully kept our eyebrows from getting singed.

After a visit to my mother-in-law, whose birthday is on New Year’s Eve, we headed home and played The Diary of a Wimpy Kid Cheese Touch Game.  This game is very fun, and the kids love it, but it gets hilariously out of control quickly.  Which I may not have been entirely in the mood for at 10:30 pm.

After the game was mercifully put away, we watched Bedtime Stories (with Adam Sandler) and this guy started fading even faster than me:

Finally the ball dropped, we counted down to the New Year and drank our carbonated grape juice, hit some pots and pans outside (and Dave even set off some leftover fireworks from this summer) and headed to bed.  Jack was so tired.  He cried when I put him to bed, saying he was going to miss this year so much, and that next year couldn’t be as good as this year was.  My sweet baby.

Then the kids went back to school (yay!), however, all three of them have had a turn of a day or two or three home sick this month (in fact, Maddie is home with me now as I write this).  Here’s Ben, not feeling great early in the morning, but smiling because he’s not going to school!

 

We had family photos taken for my in-laws as a Christmas present this year.  Here they are in one, posing with the grandkids:

I celebrated my birthday this month with my favorite dessert:

                 Oh, crème brulee, how I love you.  You helped me turn 33 so much more easily.

Jack and I visited the police station with his Tiger Scouts.  Oh my Lord, 17 first grade boys surrounded by handcuffs, scanners, weapons, and very nice police officers makes for some ultra-bouncy, hard-to-contain seven year olds.  When our police officer/tour guide led the boys out to the garage and even lit up one of those traffic flares for them, joy burst forth in chaos and never-ending movement and chatter. When the police car was opened up, they all fought for seats inside, and each took turns in the driver’s seat.  The photo on the left below is the Scoutmaster, pretending he’s being taken away by the police. The kids loved this!  It was a really fun night!

We enjoyed a night out with friends at a craft brewery nearby which opened up recently.  I’m not a huge fan of beer, but they have one called the Javasomething that I swear tastes like coffee!  It was good!  You can get these little sampler trays (flights) so you can taste all of their brews.  We had a great time, and hope to make ourselves do it again (isn’t it sad when you get to the age [yes---33] where you have to make yourself go out?  Or probably, that’s just me.)

I know I’ve shown you this before, but this just keeps getting weirder.  Every time Maddie holds Herbie the guinea pig…

…he arches his head back and falls into an ultra-relaxed state, and even lets you pat his belly and tickle him under his chin.  This is very unusual for guinea pigs as they are always afraid something is going to swoop down and pick them up and take them away to their nests as appetizers.  They are always alert and ready to run and hide.

But when Maddie holds him he just gets all limp and happy.  We call her the Guinea Pig Whisperer.

Thanks for sticking with me to the end.  You can see it was all worth it, just for the Guinea Pig pictures alone.  Happy January!

Swim Photo Fail

Maddie’s on our local swim team and loves it.  And you just know I’m at every meet with my camera in hand, trying my darnedest to zoom in and get that perfect shot of her popping out of the water for a breath.  Unfortunately, I haven’t even come close, because winter swim meets all take place indoors with fluorescent lighting, so everything’s slightly blurry and a little dark.

And also, neither the camera nor the photographer is the greatest.

It’s kind of freaky the way it appears that she’s looking right at me!

Even set on the Sport Setting, everything was blurry, darnit!

Nice shot of her chin and nostrils.

Hey look!  It’s Deb from Confessions of an Ugly Mom’s son, Mason!  Still blurry but he’s looking good!

Do you see any familiar faces in the crowd??

Rude, dude.

But finally last week, we had a meet at a pool with a wall of windows!

Maddie’s the one at the top of the picture.

And that made all the difference!

By the way, did you know that when you win a swim meet, you get to throw your coaches in the pool?

Good thing they all know how to swim!