Eventful

We went to visit my husband’s parents this weekend. It was an action packed trip. On the way to their house, we inadvertently drove through a tornado. It started out, as these things do, as a bad rainstorm. It got pretty bad, with driving rain, wind, and hail. The lightening show was brilliant. The tornado went to the north of us. We missed it by maybe 10 minutes. They closed the highway, and we were sitting and sitting in traffic. After about 20 minutes, my husband pulled out a police scanner from the depths of his seat. He proceeded to pull out the instruction book, and they we turned it to the trucker channel. Those truckers are pretty funny. One guy who kept saying "nanoo nanoo" like Mork from Mork and Mindy, and another female trucker was telling everyone how much she wanted to see a tornado.

People started to get out of their cars and walk around, talking on cell phones. I really didn't see how this was going to get the cars moving again, but maybe they just needed to stretch their legs. People started turning around in the muddy median. The guy who was in front of us tried this, and ended up getting stuck in the mud. My husband decided to try it. I was nervous to say the least. I had visions of us stuck in the mud, while carrying a wailing baby. However, his rambunctious sprit paid off, and we made it though the mud. After that, my husband consulted his in car computer GPS unit, and we found an alternate route. 10 minutes later, we were again stopped on yet another closed road. Apparently the tornado had done much damage, and this road was also closed. However, we learned from an official looking gentleman that the main road was now back open. So we proceeded on our way.

Going past the affected area, we say about 10 ambulances, 4 fire trucks, and about 50 cop cars. Pieces of roofing and siding were littering the road. Homeowners where out with flashlights, surveying the damage. It was all very exciting and scary. Check out here for a local article on the storm.

Around the time that we were getting stuck in traffic, my son woke up. He was not happy. He likes the nice vibration of the car, and the road noise. He started crying and crying, nothing was making him happy. Unfortunately, he ended up crying off and on all the way to our destination. Nothing was making him happy. He just wanted his nice bed, not a hard uncomfortable car seat.

Once we got to our destination, we had a nice visit. My son was wide-awake at midnight, entertaining his grandparents with his antics. Finally, we all went to bed, and we all slept like logs.

On Saturday morning, we had an appointment to get my son's haircut for the first time. We packed up the little boy and hauled him over to the family barber. Bruce has been cutting the Miller boys hair since grandpa was a young’ in. My son is the third generation to have his hair cut in this quaint small town barbershop. My son was so good. They sat him up on the genuine barbershop chair on a board they laid across. Daddy held him, and Bruce went to work. SNIP SNIP, the long baby locks came off and reveled a handsome little boy. The little boy was fine until Bruce got out the electric clippers, and then the tears started to fall. He didn't like those at ALL! We got some great pictures.

Later on at Grandma and Grandpa's, we celebrated Grandpa's and my son's birthday. Grandma made the Miller special Red Velvet cake (we make it without the red coloring) with special frosting. My son was so funny. He didn't know if he should eat the cake, or play with it. He eventually decided that it was yummy to his tummy and scarfed it down!

We got home late last night, without running into any storms, and without any tears from the little boy. He was so tired after his eventful day; he slept the whole way home. Oh, blessed quiet! Click here for some other pictures of the weekend.

Springtime and Fancy Feast

A freak springtime snow has hit our area. As you can see, my early springtime daffodils and crocus are not happy. As a result, we are stuck in the house today. It has been so nice, that I have been taking my son on walks in the afternoon to the library or park. He really likes the baby swings. When we go on our walks, he sits up, grabbing the front bar of his stroller. His eyes take it all in, as his head moves back and forth frantically, trying not to miss a thing.

Strangers tend to always comment on babies. We will be in a store, minding our own business, when an elderly grandma, smelling like cabbage and cats, pops out from behind a large display of toilet paper. "What a cutie pie!" She will croak, her blue haired head swooping close to my son's face. His eyes get as big as saucers, and a piercing shriek will soon to fill the air, causing all the other shoppers to give us nasty looks. "Oh my,” The grandma will exclaim, jumping back from the piercing shrieks. "I'm sorry, he is a little shy." I'll say, as the stranger will scamper back to her cart filled with Fancy Feast and cat litter.

Yes, I am exaggerated just a little bit. But you get my point, right?

Speaking of cats, my son has a fascination with a friend’s cat; Louie is a solidly built older cat, who loves to lie around the house. I've never really seen Louie too much, except when my son is around. The two seem to have an attraction to each other. Louie will lurk behind a table, peaking out at the strange human who has invaded his area. My son will catch a glimpse of him, and then scampers as fast as his little knees will carry him towards "IT". Luckily, I've managed to grab him before it's too late. I have visions of him actually grabbing the cat and trying to put him in his mouth like the stuffed animals he loves to chew on. I can only guess that the cat would be very unhappy with this, and decide to use those claws and fangs he has at his disposal.

Here is a picture of the little rascal I took this morning. He was trying to grab the camera. As you can see, he's not going hungry. The other night, he ate 4 jars of baby food for dinner, and then had some Cheerios for desert. He has a bit of an appetite. For a few other pictures, click here.

St. Patricks Day

I forgot it was St. Pat’s day this year. I am so boring. We had dinner at a friend’s house last night. They made spaghetti. I brought strawberries and pound cake, with lots of whipped cream. I have a weakness this time of year for this desert. I don't know what it is. I could eat the entire cake. My son was making a pig out of himself with his 2nd dinner of the evening. He was stuffing that spaghetti so fast into his mouth; you could barely see his hands.

I didn't even have anything green to drink. I did have a glass of really cheap pink zinf, which I don't usually drink because it's so sweet and cheap, but I was feeling nostalgic for the good old college days when I would drink just about anything. Penny beer (swill that a bar named Hoops sold to poor college students), Boones Farm (Sangria was my favorite), Apple Pucker, and train wreck punch.

I like to think I have a more sophisticated palate now. My favorite wine is a nice Australian Pinot Gringo. Old habits die-hard though, and every now and again I have a craving for some Zima with a jolly rancher stuck in it.

My parents weren’t all that keen on my libations while I was in college. One time, my mother and my brother dropped by my studio apartment. I had a case of Zima in the fridge, and knew my mother would disapprove. So I did the only thing I could think of, I hid the Zima under my bed like the chicken that I am. So, as we where sitting there chatting, my brother caught sight of hidden beverages under the bed skirt. "What's that?" He asked, pointing out the bright blue and white box.

I was busted. At least they didn't find my Jolly Rancher stash. I don't like to share the sour apple. There all mine! Muhahahah!

Cover Girl

Some of the girls from my MOPS group invited my son and I to a play date. For all those uninitiated, a play date consists of 4-6 children who scream, shriek, and jump around for a few hours in the basement while the parents huddle upstairs with brownies and tea while attempting to share conservation.
As this was primarily younger children, I had hopes that it wouldn't be so crazy. No such dice. Upon arrival of all the participants, the noise level rose to insane decibels and the toys began to fly.
My son is very sensitive to new things. In fact, he would rather we just sit at home all day and play with his toys in peace. When he saw all these new faces, he broke down sobbing uncontrollably, hiding his face in my jacket.
The host wanted to know if he would be okay in the basement with the other kids. Umm, no, sorry. All it takes is for another kid to look in the general direction of my son, and he can't handle it. So we put him on the floor in the room, gave him some blocks, and he was moderately happy.
Then the fun began. I was asked before we came if I wanted a Mary Kay facial. Umm, no, thanks. The last time I did Mary Kay, my face became redder than a grape tomato with a sunburn, I swelled up, and then went into an asthma attack. Needless to say, I'm not that anxious to do that again.
So the consultant set up these cute little workstations with mirrors and passed out tons of samples. She told me that I could try the stuff on my hand, which I did. It was a good thing I did, because my hand did turn red.
As we went through the program, I got a sense about how out of touch I am with makeup. All the girls were talking about their favorite concealers and foundation. The consultant asked one girl if she was an Ivory 100, and the girl replied, "No, I'm a Beige 300." Since I didn't put it on my face, I never got to find out what color I am. I bet its Tomato Red 100.
Then we did the eyes and lips. I felt safe doing the special "Satin Lips" treatment. During this process, the girls were talking about all their wrinkles and the various techniques they use to cover their flaws up. I was starting to get nervous. I mean, I have those unsightly dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep. I've also started to notice a few lines here and there. I began to wonder if I was missing out. Maybe it was time for me to bite the bullet and make make-up a daily part of my routine.
I have never really worn makeup. I do have some, tucked away in my vanity. For special occasions, I'll pull it out and put it on. I think the last time I made myself up was my wedding. Or maybe a special dinner out with friends. It's not often, I'll tell you that.
If it weren’t for my Grandma Jane, I probably wouldn't even know how to put on makeup. She lived with us briefly when I was 16. She was the kind of woman who always looked like a million dollars. She would dress up just to sit around the house. She would find these fantastic dress suits at garage sales and thrift shops. I don't know how she did it. When I go into a thrift store, all I see is rotten clothes, but she had a knack for finding things. She took me aside, and showed me the basics of face application.
I guess the reason I don't use make-up is because I am who I am. A few wrinkles don't really bother me. I figure it's just the price we pay for living on this earth.

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In other news, my son thinks he is a cat. He'll stuff toys and socks into his mouth and crawl around the room with the item stuck in his mouth. I think it is hysterical. His socks get all sopping wet. He protests when I take them away and put dry socks on him. Click here for more sock in mouth pics!

Love, family style

Valentines day has come and gone, a day to show the ones you love how much you really do care. Even if it's only a quiet evening at home, or a wild night on the town, spending it with loved ones is the only way to go.
In the distant past, I've spent the day alone. It sucks. I know you have all been there. Everywhere you look, couples are staring at each other googly eyed. Every TV commercial is featuring roses and candy. You can't leave the house on without feeling like social outcast.
My husband and I usually do the quiet evening at home. He offered to cook dinner, so he brought home some steaks and we did them out on the grill. Winter style. I made a lovely chocolate desert.
Being the sweetie that he is, my husband brought me home roses. For some reason, I just love RED RED roses. I know, they are overdone and trite on Valentines Day. There is just something about getting them that lets you know that you are loved. Like a dancer twirling her skirt, they slowly unfurl themselves as the days go by, and their heady aroma fills the room.
My son got several cards this year from family and friends. I don't think he is going to have any problem with school food when the time comes. He already seems to have a fondness for cardboard.

My favorite poem about love:

A Red, Red Rose

Oh my luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
Oh my luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Robert Burns

Also, a package arrived from Grandma for my son on Valentines Day! It was the outfit! You see, she cut out this outfit 18 years ago for her youngest boy, my son's Uncle. She never got it finished, so when we had a boy, she thought maybe she should haul it out of the trunk. A few alterations later, it was done. This picture is of my son wearing it. It is so adorable. Good job, Grandma!

For more pictures of the boy, click here.

Annoying Celebrities

Is there anyone besides me who thinks that most celebrities are annoying? If you are a celebrity, it means that you are not yet elevated to the star level. Most celebrities cling to the faint hope that one day they may strike it big. However, it doesn't seem like this happens all that often, and most celebrities end up on stupid shows like "The Surreal Life, "Celebrity Fear Factor", "Dancing with the Stars" or worse yet, "Ice Skating with the Stars"

The most annoying thing about third rate stars is that they think they are the bomb. You see them running their mouths all the time, attempting to make complete sentences. If they would just shut up and watch the news, read a newspaper, or surf on over to CNN.com, they might have a clue as to what they are talking about.

My least favorite celebrity is anyone with last name of Simpson. From Jessica Simpson and her soon to be ex-husband Nick (a third rate celebrity in his own right), to her sister who can't carry a note and is not apologic about it, to OJ and his trials and tribulations. They all just need to go home and get off the air. The funniest thing about Jessica and Nick is that the tabloids had been saying for about a year and half that they where finished, but it was some kind of huge surprise when the ax finally fell. The funniest thing about OJ is that the guy can't pick his nose without someone taking a picture of it. He seems to get into more trouble. I (almost) feel sorry for the guy. I know I feel very sorry for his kids.

Britney Spears wins the Stupid Parent of the Year Award, knocking Michael Jackson and his baby dangling shenanigans off the charts. It seems like Britney doesn't think car seats are necessary, in fact, holding her son on her LAP while she is DRIVING! As a new parent, I can relate. My son cries and cries when I put him in his car seats sometimes. However, I calmly tell him that we have to be safe, and he has to ride in his car seat. This is not negotiable. I would rather hear him cry while in the car seat than in the hospital. She is truly brilliant. I hope she has learned her lesson. I at least hope her mother calls her and chews her out.

Another annoying celebrity is Paris Hilton. Her ultra tanned skin glows with an unnatural alien color. She is going to have skin cancer by the time she is thirty, and her hair is going to fall out from all that peroxide. She keeps getting in trouble for her sex videos. Her parents just bought her a bar, which is a GREAT investment if you ask me. Maybe she can drink for free now. That's just good cost savings. Although, maybe she should just get her liquor in bulk at Sam's club.
My point is we seem to be wasting too much time and energy on these has beens. They are terrible role models, and no one should watch anything they are involved with.

I actually made up a game called "guess when the celebrity will get busted." You pick 5 of your "Favorite" celebrities you think will be arrested in year 2006. Each arrest that is on your list nets you 10 points. You get 10 extra bonus points for guessing what they are arrested for. The player with the most points at the stroke of midnight 2007 wins. See the comments for my guesses. Let the games begin!

Clap Hello!

I have this song stuck in my head. It's "Clap, Clap, Clap, hello. Clap hello together!" I sing it to Scottie at his music class, while clapping his hands together for him. He hasn't quite mastered this yet on his own. It's an introduction song. The leader goes around the room, and introduces the children to each other. Unfortunately, it is a very catchy tune. It is also on the music CD that accompanies the class. So I have heard it about 50 times today, and now it's stuck in there. I tried listening to some Beatles, and Nora Jones, but I can't get it out my head.

Today was our first official music class. We went to a demo class that was held at the library last week, and since my son really liked it we signed up for the whole shebang. I thought it might be a good way to get some social interaction in for both of us, as we don't get out much. When the most excitement my son gets during the week is going to the store for groceries and flirting with the cashier, I knew it was time for him to meet some more kids his own age.

The location of these classes is the Wyoming Art Center, located in historic Wyoming Ohio. The town itself was beautiful, filled with antique Victorian style gingerbread homes that are well maintained. However, to get to Wyoming, you have to drive through a not so well maintained area. At one point, I looked around and spotted two check cashing places and two boarded up buildings. So when I got lost because of bad Internet directions, I was a little worried.

My husband will tell you that I am no good at directions. I need to print out a map before I go and refer to it about 1000 times in route. This is usually done while at red lights. I think that those on-line mapping services such as Mapquest secretly try to screw you up. They are always calling streets by the wrong names, or telling you to turn the wrong way.
Cincinnati is also evil. A road will run in a straight line east to west, north to south, but have anywhere from 3-5 different names. The problem is that every time it runs into a new town or village, it goes by that local name. Here in Cincinnati, there is a new town or village every few blocks. It is much like Chicago in that respect. I was looking for the address on Wyoming Rd, on W Wyoming Road, that became East Wyoming Road, and then turned into Benson St. Once that happened, I figured I had gone in the wrong direction, and turned around.

Eventually I found it, and we had a really good time. As it turns out, Scottie is the only boy in this class. The rest were little girls. I guess flirting with little girls that's better than flirting with cashiers.

Colds and Other Discomforts

What have I been up to lately? Not a lot, or a too much, depending on your outlook.
First of all, we have all been sickly. My son caught some nasty flu bug at the Dr's office when he was getting a check-up. He started getting all gobbery and snotty, and I knew I had a problem. My mom caught it next, and because she smokes like a chimney, she got it bad. Hacking hacking hacking, wheezing, and sleeping. Then my husband got it, and he never gets sick. He came home early from work one day when I was out shopping. When I came back and saw his car sitting in the driveway, I about had a heart attack. The last time he came home from work early, he was laid off. I rushed inside to find him fast asleep upstairs. He opened one eye miserably and informed me that he didn't feel good, and to shut the door because he was taking a nap. I just shook my head and laughed. He gets so grumpy when he is tired.
Then I started to get it. Luckily, I had thought ahead and purchased a big box of Cold Ease. They come in many different flavors including; strawberries and cream, orange cream, cherry, honey lemon, citrus, and green tea. I've tried a few of them, and I don't care how good they make them sound on the box, they all taste gross. Don't get me wrong, they work like a dream, but you still can taste a slightly metallic taste. I started popping those things right away. So far, only a slightly stuffy nose and a light cough which seems to be going away right quick. Meanwhile, my mom still sounds like a TB patient.
In other news, we close on our house tomorrow. It's been very stressful due to some unexpected last minute repairs we have had to make, but the deal is almost done. I'm a little sad and a little happy at the same time. It irks me a little that the new owner is planning on ripping out the old carpet and flooring and completely repainting the house, but I guess it's their prerogative. I happen to like my design choices, but hey, I'm the one who picked them out. If they rip out my shrubbery or the trees, then we may have to talk. I love those bushes! I spent hours digging holes, wallowing in the mud like a pig, all to the amusement of my neighbors.
Tomorrow, we also have to pay a visit to the friendly Indiana DMV. We seem to have somewhere along the way lost the title to a car that we want to get rid of. I can't wait to spend hours and hours at the house of corruption. It should be fun. "Number 101, number 101, please step to the window please so we can abuse you and take all your money. Thank you, please don't come again."

East Meets West

I was messing around the kitchen tonight with my mother. We only had a 1 lb of chicken between us, a pantry full of canned goods, and a few odds and ends I picked up on the spur at the moment at this weird Asian supermarket I decided to explore this afternoon. She wanted to make chicken potpie or chicken fajitas, both of which did not sound good tonight to my picky palate. I told her to stand down, and took over the preparations.

I had really wanted some hot and sour soup, which is why I had wandered into that Asian supermarket to begin with. First of all, it is located in the most strictly all-American neighborhood strip mall you can image. At one corner, a Walgreen’s dominates, with its large red sign promising delivery from all kinds of aliments to the young and old alike that live in the area. On the other end, an H&R block, looking strangely vacant this time of year, is squeezed in next to a Subway. The rest of this strip mall is the Asian Supermarket. I was wondering about this, and today I saw multitudes of Asian folk heading into the market. So I wandered in. It was amazing! They had rows and rows of fresh vegetables, all reasonably priced. It was difficult to name some of them, as I had never seen them before and most things where written in Chinese. I did manage to locate a few things I recognized, cilantro, ginger, mushrooms, and I picked these all up for pennies. Then I wandered through the store, finding some chili paste I knew I could use. Their meat area amazed me. They had all sorts of strange things I would never eat, including cow hearts, pig knuckles; chicken feet packaged by the pound. But then they had regular stuff like pork and beef, cuts that I recognized. Some items in the sauce aisle looked interesting, but it was all in some type of Chinese, so I was hesitant to buy. They had all sorts of interesting rice, noodles, and tea. I'm looking forward to visiting again!

Anyway, this is the recipe I sort of threw together from some of the items I had laying around and some of the items I found in my treasure hunt. It was very tasty, and cleared out the sinuses. After eating this, you won't need the remedies from the Walgreen’s. I call it East meets West Chicken Soup. It is very easy, and doesn't take much time.

4 servings, or two really hungry people servings with some leftovers for lunch.

2 boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into strips or cubes
2 cans low-sodium chicken broth
1 can of pinto beans, drained.
1 can of petite cut diced tomatoes
1 can of corn, drained.
1 small white onion
1/2 green pepper, diced.
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon pepper
1 teaspoon fresh grated ginger
1 teaspoon Cheyenne pepper
1 teaspoon red pepper flakes
dash of paprika
1 teaspoon white vinegar
1 tablespoon white sugar

Cook chicken in stock pot until cooked through, then add green pepper and onion, cooking until onion is clear. Then add broth, corn, tomatoes, and beans. Stir. Then add salt, pepper, ginger, Cheyenne pepper, red pepper, paprika, vinegar, and sugar. Stir. Cook on low at a low simmer about 20 minutes. Enjoy!

Spot of tea?

I just came back from a lovely visit with one of my best friends and her family. They are both from the UK. Her son is just a few weeks younger than ours, so it's fun to get the boys together. It's amazing to see to little babies play together. They try to grab each other’s hands, feet, and faces. In my son's case, he grabbed his friend’s sock and pulled it off. I'm sure if I hadn't absconded with the errant sock, it would have ended up straight in his mouth.
When we got back, my husband said, "You're talking British again." Which was true. I tend to pick up their tone of voice, sayings, and the penchant for teatime.
It occurred to me that most Americans have no idea sometimes what British phrases mean. In fact, it goes both ways. For example, I told my friends that my husband talks on the phone more than a teenage prom queen. They didn't get it. They don't have proms in the UK. In fact, they don't even have high school. They have some other system that I really don't understand. It involves picking out your career path at age 16. Can you imagine? They only thing I knew I wanted to do at age 16 was get a car and get out of the dink little town I was living in.
So anyway, here is a brief cheat sheet from The Best of British in case I say something you don't understand after visiting my British friends.

The British flag, also called the Union Jack:


Ace - If something is ace it is brilliant.

Bloody - One of the most useful swear words in English. Mostly used as an exclamation of surprise i.e. "bloody hell" or "bloody nora". Something may be "bloody marvellous" or "bloody awful". It is also used to emphasise almost anything, "you're bloody mad", "not bloody likely" and can also be used in the middle of other words to emphasise them. E.g. "Abso-bloody-lutely"!

Cheeky - Cheeky means you are flippant, have too much lip or are a bit of a smart arse! Generally you are considered to be a bit cheeky if you have an answer for everything and always have the last word.

Dodgy - If someone or something is a bit dodgy, it is not to be trusted. Dodgy food should be thrown away at home, or sent back in a restaurant. Dodgy people are best avoided. You never know what they are up to.

Gutted - If someone is really upset by something they might say that they were gutted. Like when you are told that you have just failed your driving test

Posh - Roughly translates as high class.

Rubbish - The stuff we put in the bin. Trash or garbage to you. You might also accuse someone of talking rubbish.

Wanker - This is a derogatory term used to describe someone who is a bit of a jerk.

Also they have a queen, which I just bring up because I wanted to put this picture in:

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To see a few more pictures of the boys playing, click here. They are a lot cuter than the Queen of
England, I guarantee! (Thanks to my friends for taking the great pics!)