snap shots of my life -- a random blog

FRIDAY'S AFTERNOON ADVENTURE:

Don't let his adorable look fool you. Captain Destruction is in full force. I had just finished washing the hardwood floors and decided to take a bathroom break prior to my next cleaning project. My 4 year old knocks on the door and tells me that Captain Destruction is playing with that "thing I make fries in". I quickly exit to find C.D. playing with the Fry Daddy (not plugged in but full of frying oil) in his birthday suit. He is stirring the oil with a lint brush and my hand mixer already had been submerged. I pick him up. He is slick with oil. I look at my once clean floor, noticing the oil puddle that is now soaking into the hardwood. Then I look at the clock. 15 minutes until I have to pick up the others from school. I quickly wipe down the boy and place him in a chair and tell him to sit while I clean up the mess. Two year old boys don't sit. He kept getting up and leaving oil pawprints all over the floor on his way to come "help you". I placed him in the chair two more times before I secured him in the chair so he could not get up -- much to his dismay. I was able to get the mess cleaned up and C.D. fully wiped down (and dressed) and to the school on time. The car, however, still smells a little bit like fried chicken.

FRIDAY NIGHT'S SCARE:

My children's school had a Sausage and Kraut dinner on Friday night. It included a costume contest. I gave in this year and pulled out a bridesmaid dress, bought a crown, and became MISS KRAUT 2008. I had beauty pagent hair, put on make-up (a once a year occurance, if that), and wore heels. I had a great time and my friends joked that they would never see me in make up again -- I agreed. The very scary part was that people were coming up to my husband that night and on Sunday and telling him that I looked great and he should have taken me out after the dinner.

WOW, I must look really bad in everyday life if an overdone beauty pagent makeover garners compliments.

SATURDAY'S REVELATION:

If you read my previous post you know that we Trick or Treated on Sunday. Saturday was set aside for pumpkin carving. I have pumpkin carving issues and we will just leave it at that.

MONDAY'S PROBLEM as a result of SUNDAY'S LESSON:

On Sunday, I began a swim class. I have felt stagnant in my swim and am hoping that improving my body positioning and correcting some stroke flaws will improve my times and efficiency as I prepare to do longer triathlon distances next year. The class went well. We worked on the skate postition with flippers and were given the task to practice. I swam on Monday and practice I did. I incorporated the skate drills at the beginning, middle, and end of my workout. My flippers did me in as I now have a rub blister (burn) about 1.5 inches long on the top of my foot. It hurts, itches, and burns all at once. I moved Tuesday's run to another day out of fear rubbing the burn even more and having it actually bleed. I now am searching for protection from my flippers for my next practice session on Thursday and lesson on Sunday. If any one has any suggestions, please let me know.

Oh, I also wanted to mention that it SNOWED Monday. How crazy is that?

Here's hoping for some solutions and sanity--

and perhaps an ambush from Clinton and Stacy as I apparently need a makeover!

..a relationship blueprint -- a work in progress

This past Sunday Mr. Spie and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary.

Mr. Spie and I 12 years ago. We were so young and carefree!

Mr. Spie and I now (plus 2 years. I don't like having my picutre taken.) We are so much older, ummm I mean wiser now!

This anniversary was a little different this year. This past summer, Mr. Spie's brother and his wife divorced. This has deeply affected Mr. Spie.

I would describe our relationship as "casual" -- not in commitment, but in attitude. I have no idea the date of our first date/kiss/engagement. Generally, we do not buy each other anniversary presents. A card and a kiss have always sufficed. We have always operated under the pretense that anniversary present money would be better spent on one of the kids activities/clothes/ home improvement projects... the list goes on and on. This philosphy also somewhat applies to Christmas as well. We do not go overboard on gifts for each other. The largest gift to one another comes from the "kids". Christmas is for others and not for ourselves.

Throughout the years and the many children, we have developed our own interests. We skillfully negotiate time so everyone can do their favorite things. We also support each other interests (I'll give kudos to Mr. Spie to being way more supportive of my interests than I of his. He has endured long training runs, purchased me road bikes, and bike trainers. He has watched several marathons in inclement weather with our children in tow.) Our joint interests, however, have suffered with the addition of the children. This added to the significant lack of alone time sprinkled with his brother's divorce has caused Mr. Spie alarm.

He is fearful that we are or will soon be drifting apart because our personal interests do not coincide, our shared interests have been shelved due to lack of time, and there is little to no alone time due to work, parenting, volunteering, and all the other "must dos".

I am not hearing the alarms (or they are not as loud for me). I feel that our foundation is still strong. He is my best friend. I tell him all of my secrets. I can show him the unpleasantness that is inside of me without fear and judgement. He is the first person I want to tell any news to -- good or bad. Our "inside jokes" still make me crack up and we are adding more and more each year.

After listening to Mr. Spie's fears and being a little shaken by the BIL's divorce, I will concede that in our marriage house there is some structural support that we need to work on. Our relationship reinforcement construction, thus far, has three steps.

1. We have arranged with one of our friends a babysitting co-op. We dump, er drop, our children off at their house so we can have a "date night". Then we reciprocate the next month. Athough, the only gives us "date night" 6 times a year, it is six times a year more than we are doing currently and it also eliminates one of the barriers to our going out -- the expense of a babysitter.

2. We are trying to find more shared interests. This has resulted in Mr. Spie agreeing to participate in an team adventure race with me in 2009. Although he is not excited about the run portions, he is excited about the bike. I am excited about having the experience with him. We also have found some other races that we might consider in the future. Mr. Spie is fired up about the Tour de Donut -- but who wouldn't be?

3. We are trying to make a conscious effort to do more things as a family --bike rides, walks, daytrips, going out to dinner. If often seems that we are going in a million different directions and we rarely do anything fun as a group (unless you count shopping for new appliances fun -- it wasn't fun for anyone last night!)

After we get these structural supports in and secured, checking that they will not shift or change, we undoubtedly will continue on our relationship reinforcement adding more strength to the relationship that we have already built.

I have to admit that I am interested as to what our building will look like in the years to come.

a frightening race

I love fall! The colors, the perfect running weather, the food!

I have decided I hate Halloween. Halloween has become all about competition and I have not trained at all for the race.

My memories of Halloween as a child are of my mom making my sister and my costumes. At school we would have a Halloween party. We would do no "real" work. Instead we would play games, have a costume parade, and party. Halloween night, my friends and I would go through my neighborhood, their neighborhoods, and any other adjoining neighborhoods that we could prior to the designated time I had to be home trick or treating. I would come home, examine my loot, and collapse into bed in a vain attempt to be refreshed for the next school day.

The only thing that is similar to my Halloween of yesteryear and Halloween today is that my kids wear costumes. (Well, it's not the only thing, but follow along with me)

Halloween starts in my neighborhood on October 1st when the Halloween outdoor decorations appear. My neighbor across the street has a tree decorated with ghosts and web, orange lights on their porch, and pumpkins on their steps along with a hay bale. Upon seeing their Martha Stewart-esque display, my oldest daughter, N, asks me when we are going to put up our Halloween decorations. I answer that we don't have that many Halloween decorations. As I end my sentence, N adds on the end of my thought "and if you put them out, that means that you will have to put them away too." (Yes, I admit that I have become that jaded about holidays. I have often contemplated if anyone would even notice if I didn't put up the Christmas tree. It is Newton's law that what goes up must come down. I would like to add to the end of the adage "and be put away by a mom".)

The costumes are another ordeal. My kids go to a private school. There is no Halloween party, but we do have a Sausage and Kraut dinner fundraiser where there is a costume parade and a COSTUME CONTEST. The thrill of having the designation of best costume is enough to drive me and others to extremes. The first two years, I sewed beautiful costumes for my children. R, my oldest son was Obi Wan Kenobi, N was Jasmine, and V, my youngest daughter, was Snow White. I went as a woman in a shower complete with duck, shower cap, curtain, and scrubbie. No prizes were won. The next year, I broke down and bought R a storm trooper costume (he REALLY wanted it and I could not see how to make it), N was Ariel the mermaid with hand drawn scales, and V was a golden winter princess. Jaded from the year before, I did not dress up. Again, no prizes. This year, I have thrown in the towel. My sewing machine is broken due to my youngest, informally known as Captain Destruction, and in order to save some money for household expenses (also caused by Captain Destruction), I mandated that we would wear costumes that we already have for dress up clothes that have not been worn EVER to a parade let alone to trick or treat. The oldest two have accepted the mandate and are creatively solving the problem. V melts into a pile of child and sobs, SOBS about costumes. This is still unresolved.

My problems with costume competition is only the crust of my bitterness. Trick or treating is the filling to my bitter pie. Where we live .......

WE DON'T TRICK OR TREAT ON HALLOWEEN!

What you say? That is absurd! I think so too.

The first year we moved here we missed trick or treating altogether. Trick or treating is always the Sunday before Halloween from 3 to 6 in the evening. There is no dark. There is no sense of getting away with something because you are out on a school night.

(This year Halloween is on a Friday night. Why can't they trick or treat on a Friday night? I cannot wait until next year when Halloween is on a Saturday and see what they do or the year after when it actually falls on a Sunday. Will we trick or treat on the Sunday before the Sunday that is Halloween? Remind me and I will let you know.)

In addition to the day of trick or treating, I have issue with parent involvement in trick or treating. When our family trick or treats, Mr. Spie loads up the wagon with the little ones and the whole costumed clan WALKS around our neighborhood, visiting neighbors and collecting goodies. They are not out the whole time. Generally, he makes the kids walk for most of the time. It is not a "free candy bus tour" through the neighborhood. Oh yes, we do have "free candy bus tours" through my neighborhood.

We live on the "outskirts" of a very affluent neighborhood. My neighborhood is known for full size candy bars, Jone's Soda, and Oriental Trading Company crafts. As a result of this reputation, parents from other neighborhoods, even adjoining cities, drive their children and others in vans, pickup trucks, SUVs to our neighborhood for trick or treating. These children, however, do not walk from house to house. Instead, they ride from driveway to driveway in the back of the truck. Trick or treaters (mostly middle school- aged and up) jump out of the vehicle and run to the door while the engine is idling. They collect their loot, jump on the back of the truck again to drive the 10 feet to the next driveway.

The reputation of our level of loot has also cause me to question my treat choices from year to year. Dum Dums? Your house will be labeled DUMB. Those peanut butter kisses? The KISS OF DEATH! One year, my neighbors (not the ones with the ghost tree but other neighbors) were giving away Pez dispensers. Not just the candy, but candy and the dispenser. My candy choices have varied from year to year. My choices are primarily based on what candy I am less likely to consume. One year, frustrated by all of the high school kids that were trick or treating at my house, I gave away Clifford and Bob the Builder fruit snacks, a favorite of little ones which trick or treating is really for anyway. You would think I was giving away gold. I am already contemplating what candy I am going to give away this year. I am actually thinking about what my kids have received in the past years so I do not seem out of place in my neighborhood. As I think these thoughts, I take a step back and realize that I already am competing with the house decorations, the costumes, and now the CANDY?

I have decided that I am going to contact the Halloween race directors. I don't think that I am physically able to compete this year as I have not trained properly and am injured (well, at least my sewing machine is). Maybe they will take pity on me and grant me a medical waiver/roll over. Then I will have a whole year to gear up and train for next year's competition.

I just didn't listen...

As my alarm went off a 5:40 this morning, I decided that I didn't want to get up and ride the trainer. I awoke Mr. Spie (which I am sure he loved!!) and asked if he had plans for this afternoon or may I ride outside. He grunted something about no plans for him and I made plans for me to ride outside and settled down for more sleep.

At 12:30 I pulled my bike outside and had Mr. Spie check the pressure the tires. One of the tires did not want to inflate. After three attempts, we decided on "good enough". (Warning #1)

I fastened on my helmet and took off. I was joyous to be riding outside. I rode 10 minutes away from my house and decided that my seat was not comfortable. I had shifted the nose down so I could ride more comfortable on the trainer. It was not comfortable on the road. (Warning #2)

I pulled over onto a driveway and set about adjusting my seat. As I was pulling my tools out of the bike bag, the zipper on the bike bag broke. (Warning #3)

I fixed the seat. Removed the bike bag and carried it back home. I threw it in the house and yelled to Mr. Spie that I was still riding and I was just going to carry my phone. His reply "But, you won't have a tube or any tools." (Warning #4)

I set out again and realized that my seat was still loose. Dismounted after not even getting out of the driveway and adjusted the seat again. (Warning #5)

Seat adjusted. Helmet on. Finally riding. Feeling good. 40 minutes in and it starts to sprinkle. (Warning #6)

I decided that I really wanted to get my ride in and as long as the pavement does not get wet I would continue my ride. I turned to make a second loop and it starts to rain. (Warning #7)

Cold and on wet pavement, common sense made me abort my mission and take the "quick" way home. I suddenly feel slower than I was before. I look down and I have a rear flat. In the rain. Miles from home. In 50+ degree weather. Wearing shorts.

I called Mr. Spie to come rescue me. His answer "Why did you get a flat?"

I got a flat because I didn't listen to the warnings.