Friday, June 14, 2013

Thinking of my dad

   I have been thinking of my dad quite often lately.  I stopped yesterday to consider why that might be. It is probably because, since January, I have gone back to using my legal name only, the name that I got from him when I was born.  I have been speaking and spelling the name repeatedly, as I meet new people and as I make changes in data systems.  I never changed my name, but I did adopt a social alias when my third child was born.  Now I am back to my original, legal name and thus it shall always be.

    I thought of my dad on an occasion last week while I was in my car.  I had a high fever, but I had to drive a child somewhere.  As I came up to a stop light, the young man in front of me braked very suddenly to stop at the green light.  I was able to stop also, without hitting him, which was quite a feat in that situation.  My skills were there, even with my brain and body addled by fever, and I knew that my dad would be proud.

    My dad taught me to drive, and I am currently teaching my second child to do so.  His words come out of my mouth all the time.  His teaching affected me, obviously, and now it is being passed down to my child.  This one was three when he died.

    I thought of him this week when I finally learned how to use a grill.  My dad was into grilling.  He was really good at it too.  I have his special BBQ sauce recipe, and I now have a plan to use it.  My neighbor came over to teach me, and I successfully grilled hamburgers.  And then I felt about ten feet tall.  Again, I know he would be proud.



   When I was in Catholic high school, all seniors were required to go on an overnight retreat.  It was a positive experience, mostly.  I don't have a good memory in general, but I do have many memories of that weekend:  The surprise of one of the adults when he heard that I didn't do drugs...being paired up with the "super hot" guy for an exercise in trust...sneaking into the boys' dorm...staying up all night listening to wild tales told by my more adventurous friends.

    Our parents were required to write notes to us that were given to us at some point during the retreat.  I have the note from my dad; it has stayed with me for 26 years.  Every decade or so, it pops out, seemingly right when I need it.  It popped out yesterday, while I was rearranging things in my closet.  I have moved in the last ten years, and I have done major rearranging in my closet...but the note did not pop out until now...not until a time in my life when I have been thinking of my dad.  Here it is:

    This is kind of a difficult assignment for me.  Not because I don't care for Sue, cause I really do, but because I am only comfortable putting technical things down on paper.  Anyway, here goes.

    Each of my children are special, each in their own way.  You have always been a reserved, studious, but stylish person.  Your reading habits remind me of my own, even to our mutual taste for science fiction.  We do differ on music though.

    Children are an endless string of surprises for parents, some good and some not so good.  In your case, the good greatly outweighs the not so good.

    I feel that it is mother's and my job to give you a foundation of example, experience, and knowledge to draw on in life.  I hope that your future and life are happy, healthy, and successful enough to make the living worthwhile.
  
  I love this note.  It is very much my dad.  When it comes out, it is always new to me, as if I have never read it before.  I know the paper (small, yellow, graph) and I know the brevity, but the words are a surprise.  I think that I'll be thinking of my dad for awhile.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Pompey

Oh, Pompey...

When you stared at us with eagerness from your little cell at the animal shelter, what were you thinking?  Did you just want out of there?  Would any home have been a good one at that point?  You were young, but not a baby.  Your owner was so mad at you for running around and being friendly that he refused to spring you from your prison.  We chose you over the other little dog there, and I am glad that we did.

You are adorable and interesting and unique and frustrating.  Just like everyone else in this house.  You are super friendly to our guests, but let us know on the rare occasion when a dud walks through the door.

You tinkle on the floor too often, but you are always willing and able to dish out love and affection to whomever is in need.  I know that you are always looking for a new home, even though you love us.  I guess I can't blame you.  Becoming part of our family meant agreeing to being dressed up in doll clothes, baptized in the lake yearly, rolled up in a blanket like a burrito and left for hours, and now... the first dog makeover to include eyebrows.


Sunday, January 06, 2013

My top posts...according to Blogger

Blogger now shows me which of my posts people are reading.  I thought that y'all might be interested in the top four posts EVER.  Here they are:

1.  The post I wrote during Calvin's first term in military high school.  Because it is a boarding school, the parents receive a lot of feedback from teachers and advisors.  I copied out the comments that his teachers made his first term there and posted them to prove that homeschooling does not suck and might actually be good for some kids.  And some of those kids might go on to do really well in school and/or life.  That post must be linked to somewhere else because it has had close to 700 views.

2.  The post where I talk about why I love Kettering.  I don't think that one is posted anywhere; I think that it just comes up in searches.  I hope that it is helpful to people.  Calvin has finished one academic term and one work term.  His second academic term begins tomorrow, and we still love the school.  It has 130+ views.

3.  The new kitchen, even though the photos are not good.  I love that kitchen!  80+ views.

4.  The post about shooting a commercial in our house.  I am not sure why people are looking at that one...maybe they are thinking of shooting commercials?  In their houses?  With dogs?  It was probably just friends and acquaintances reading it after Sebastien and I linked to it on Facebook.  80 views.

The Kettering post is the big draw right now.  Ten people have looked at it today and two people are looking at it right now!  Right as I type!  Kettering should start giving me kick-backs.  Maybe a free math book for every new student I refer.  Works for me.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Kansas City

We had a nice two-day trip to Kansas City Thanksgiving weekend.  We were supposed to go to Indy to visit (and dine with) our Musser relatives, but that plan was dashed by my fever and nausea and body aches on Thursday morning.  By the time I was better, we only had enough time for a short trip, so we tossed two children and some luggage in the car and headed west.
 Our first stop on Friday evening was the hotel (the Westin...very nice) where we left the children and a pizza.  Then Seb and I headed out to Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art.  We saw a great exhibit on maps in art.  I love maps; I love art; I really liked the exhibit.  The sphere pictured above is called Targets and has painted maps inside of places that our country has bombed.  The acoustics are so weird in there.  My voice sounded so odd and was slightly delayed.  It creeped me out.  We had dinner at the museum at Cafe Sebastienne, and it was absolutely delicious.  The best meal of our weekend by far.
 The next day we went to Science City.  The two children that were with us are in those flight simulator seats in the photo above.  Maybe one day they will work at NASA.  I can see the one on the right doing that; I'm not sure about the one on the left.
 Seb flew a helicopter for awhile.  I think he enjoyed it.  We also saw the train exhibits and ate lunch at Union Station where Science City is located.  We tried to visit the Irish museum and cultural center, but it was closed for the holiday weekend.  Seb and I then went to Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art while the children rested up for the evening.  We really enjoyed it.  Beautiful works; beautiful building.  We ran into a wedding there, a proposal at Union Station, and another proposal somewhere else.  I guess that LOVE was in the air.
 In the evening, we visited the Sea Life aquarium.  It is small, but wonderful.  I could have stayed all day; it was so peaceful and dreamy.  This was one of our favorite spots.

We took the long way home, driving through some small towns and visiting the Missouri River in a spot we've never seen: Glasgow.  A nice end to a nice weekend.



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lime Line '65

We visited Kansas City for two days over Thanksgiving weekend.  I'll post a bunch of photos next, but I wanted to post a photo of my favorite find of the weekend...this piece of art:

The artist is Dean Fleming, born 1933.  He is now living (I believe) in Colorado in an artist's colony.  I couldn't find much information on him.

This piece is at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art, and I am still trying to figure out why I like it so much.  The colors do not look the same as they do in person.  They are much flatter here, and kind of...off.  There is something about the colors, the lines, the shapes, and the balance that feels right and true to me.  It resonates.  Once again, I am curious if the stuff that I feel is felt by anyone else.  Anyone?  Anyone out there?  There are only a few artists that I feel this with (two that I can think of right now), so I was surprised to find another.  The three have a few things in common: color, shapes, and lines.  Abstract, I guess.

Part of the reason that this piece hits me is the sizing of the middle section.  Again, I can't explain why.  I don't think that it would be the same if the sizing of the middle section were the same as the top and the bottom.  I'd love to hear what the artist was thinking/feeling/seeing/doing when he was inspired to paint this.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Why I love Kettering

I don't have much to write about these days, because the children are so, so private about everything.  And Sebastien is so private about everything.  And all my fascinating daily adventures (like talking to strange men drunk-dialing me from hotel rooms) are already posted in explicit detail on Facebook.  I just don't have much material for the blog.  But I will take a minute to chat about Calvin's school.

I love it so much.  It would be nice if it were closer, but at least it is in our part of the country (although eleven hours away).  What I love about Kettering University:

Co-op program:  This is where Kettering is different from other engineering schools.  The co-op program is required.  Calvin has to finish at least six work terms (three months each), without getting fired, to graduate.  He has to find a job, send in his resume, interview, and land it.  Apparently, he can do this without getting a haircut for four months, but I digress.  The school partners with companies who offer excellent co-op jobs.  Calvin got a great job as a first year student, one that pays well and comes with a furnished apartment.  He will learn everything in the business, from the basic factory work to the business side.  He can choose to stay with that company for all four years, or move on.  His particular company has several factories, so if he stays, he will have worked in OH, PA, IN, IL and MO before he is done.  The school really helps the students land jobs, but they don't do it for them.  Calvin was being booted out of his dorm at the end of his first school term and had no job to go to.  Good thing that he had a comfortable car to live in.  He had to find a job because he knew that it was his responsibility.  This is great for brainy kids like Calvin who spend a lot time living in their heads without recognizing that the real world exists.

Academics:  Challenging.  We expected him to be challenged once he got to college (it has been an ongoing challenge to challenge that boy--ha!), and he is.  He got his first C since flying out from under the wing of his mean homeschooling teacher five years ago.  He also got some Bs.  And his parents were happy to see those letters.

Individualized program:  This is big.  We looked at well-known engineering schools in California, but they required all the students to take the exact same classes for the first 1.5 to 2 years.  That has never worked for our boy.  It was very important to us that he be treated as an individual in college.  He is.  They gave him credit for AP classes.  They are also allowing him to dual-degree, which means pouring over the degree requirements for both (mechanical engineering and applied math) and putting them into a plan that gets him finished in the normal Kettering time frame.  This can be tricky, as some classes are only offered during certain terms.  And that leads me to...

Advisors:  Calvin has an advisor from the math department, who is the head of the department.  He has an advisor from the mechanical engineering department also.  I love this.  When we visited the school, the math department head met with us to discuss combining the two degrees.  We got right into the nitty-gritty of the required classes and the labs and how things are taught.  It was a totally different experience than meeting with other educators over the years.  I know that he is in good hands and has someone guiding him.  And I am finally done with that job!  Finally!  Yay!

Size:  Kettering is small: 1900 students and only 1/2 of those on campus at any time.  He wanted a small school and he got it.  This is a boy that got lost on the campus of a university that was all contained in one city block.  Small is good for him for many reasons.  I also like the dorm: There is just the one and rooms are all singles, fridge and microwave provided.  That boy only had a roommate for a couple of years (the little brother that he begged God to send him) and it didn't go well.  He is used to rooming alone, and I think that it is best for him.

Schedule:  Year-round.  This is rare for colleges.  He gets about six weeks off: two in summer, two in winter, and one each in spring and fall.  This means that he doesn't come home to live anymore.  He is out of the house.  While he is always welcome here and always will be, I think that it is important for college students to realize that they are grown up and out there in the world to get educated and skilled and make lives for themselves.  The time has come, so concentrate and get on it.  The other aspect of the schedule that I like is the flip-flopping: three months school...three months work.  This is excellent for my child who has always studied very hard (well...except for that one year in public school).  I feel that, to be a well-rounded and healthy human being, he needs to take a break from that.  He does a school term with very difficult classes (what is matrix algebra anyway?) for eleven weeks and then steps away from that to work full-time, using his brain in a different way.  Then, after twelve weeks of work, he is ready to dive back into the books and the brain, hopefully more appreciative of his opportunity to attend a private school and get an excellent education.

Real world experience:  During his work terms, Calvin has to live in an apartment on his own and take care of himself.  So far, he has learned that food is expensive and disappears so fast!  Books are expensive!  Things need to be washed!  Cars need to be taken care of!  Some of his challenges have been: a broken computer, a car accident, and credit cards that suddenly stopped working.  He is learning what it is like to live on his own and take care of himself, but in baby steps.  This learning is gradual and will take place over four years; life after graduation won't be so shocking because he will be well-prepared for it.  (I hope and pray!)

Value:  This is a biggie.  We looked at a lot of schools.  He turned down full-rides at large universities (plus a free computer!) and free tuition at smaller schools (plus a stipend to study abroad!) so that he could go to a small, engineering-specific school.  We were looking at costs in the range of $55,000 per year.  We would have paid that for this boy because he is so academic-minded and has always proved himself to be a hard worker.  We knew that he needed it.  I would have even gotten a job to pay for it.  But Kettering is cheaper and offered a scholarship (due to high test scores and GPA).  We end up paying about $25,000 per year.  Plus, Calvin is earning money by working full-time (at a decent wage) for 24 weeks of the year.  He does have to pay his living expenses during his work terms, but he will still come out way ahead.  In the 4.5 years (standard length of the program), we will have to pay about $112,000 and he will come out with two degrees, two years of work experience, and cash in the bank.  That is a great value.

I think that is it.  We are so happy with the school because it is perfect for him.  He is so at home there.



Monday, August 20, 2012

An update on Calvin

Calvin has been at college for seven weeks now.  He has five more weeks of his first academic term.  Here's the low-down:

He doesn't miss home or his family at all.  I'm the only one who occasionally misses him.  Everybody else is happy for the abundance in food and fresh air around here.  We do miss having a third driver though.

School is monotonous, but he is happy in his monotony.  He loves it there; it is a perfect fit for him.  He still doesn't have a co-op job lined up, but he's working on it.  He says that he needs to learn to manage his time better, so he sees where he needs to improve.

We chat once a week.  It's a requirement: If he doesn't call, we stop supporting him.  Today he even said, "I love you," first.  Totally awesome.

I could see how much easier it was for him to start early in July.  He was settled in long before we had to get three other children ready for school this year (two in new, big schools).  The public schoolers started last week, and the private school girl starts tomorrow.  Quiet will descend, and I will soak it up.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Goodbye, Calvin

Calvin left for Kettering University in Flint, Michigan on July 1st.  Kettering has a year-round program.  He will be in classes in July-August-September and in January-February-March.  The other months are his work terms when he will be working a co-op job.  He doesn't have the job yet.  The school term is three weeks, and he is only allowed to take four classes this term.  His classes are: physics, calculus 3, computer science, and communications (writing and public speaking).  He feels very confident in all except computer science.  He says that he will have to work hard in that one because he has never taken a class in that subject.
What was it like to have my first born child leave for college?  Well...first there was phase one:  I was super happy for him to finally go to college.  He's been ready for a bigger challenge, and he's also been ready to leave behind everything but math and science.  I've been ready to get his teen-boy-who-sweats smell out of my house.  I've also been ready to give up trying to wake him up before 3pm.
(Seb is doing the Freedom Dance in the photo above.  Pompey is trying to stop Calvin from leaving.)

Phase two involved a little freaking out.  A few nights before he left, as I was going to sleep, I did my usual thing of thinking of each child and making sure that I new where they were.  I realized that soon I wouldn't know where one of my children was at every moment.  Especially at bedtime!  I had to get used to that.  
Then he left and phase three began:  My great sadness.  I did not cry, but I was so very sad.  Calvin and I spent so much of his eighteen years together.  When he was a baby, he was the only one for 19 months.  And until he could stand on his own, he wanted me to hold him so that he could straighten his legs and stand up.  We did this for hours.  When he was a little older, he talked to me non-stop.  Then I homeschooled him until he was 13.5.  That is a lot of time spent together! It was really weird not to have him around.

Calvin was in Michigan for a week before he called to talk to me.  He had just finished his first day of classes and was super happy.  He loves everything about the school: the food, the private dorm room (all dorm rooms are singles), the people, the classes.  The school seems a perfect fit for him.  So now we are in phase four, which is a great happiness that he is so happy and feels so at home.  Finally.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Shooting a commercial in our house

Today I opened my house to seven dogs and fourteen people to shoot a commercial for a pet health care product: liquid ibuprofen for dogs with arthritis.  The photo above shows what it was like most of the time.
The art director got to clean the windows.  At one point he and I were dancing around each other in the kitchen, cleaning and prepping.  I felt like I had a new husband for the day.
The first scene was at the front door.  The actress had to walk down the stairs, call her pug over, squirt some medicine in his mouth, and then go off to work.  Pug looked out the door after her.  They did many, many takes.  His rear end kept ruining the shots, and that was hard to control.
The border collie was beautiful.  She was in a shot on the couch with a gorgeous and sweet golden retriever.  They did well.  They also did a good job of leaving fur all over the rug.  There was also an adorable little dog called a chin and three field spaniels.
The kitchen shots took a super-long time.  Not keen on having a dog on my counter, but someone waved cash at me.  And then they waved some more cash when they needed an extra actor.  My first commercial.
I offered the bedroom when they needed a spot to do the testimonial.  They needed a place that looked a lot different from the previous shots, and this was the only spot.  I had to quickly remove the dirty clothes and make the bed.  Kind of weird to have all those people in there.  That is my temp husband lounging on the bed.
Everyone had these three questions:

How did you get roped into this?  Well, one of the film company partners had been to our house to do some editing for us and remembered it.  The commercial is for the European market, and they were looking for a European look.  They called our place The Scandinavian House when looking at all the test shots.  They offered money, so I said yes.  I don't often have an opportunity to make money as a woman of leisure.

Have you done this before?  No.  Will you do this again?  Sure, but hopefully without the dogs.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Calvin's education: 1st - 12th grade

In two days Calvin will graduate from high school.  His education (and his siblings') has been such a huge part of my life.  I thought that I'd muse on it for a while.  I know that my homeschooling friends will be interested even if no one else is.

When Calvin was three, he was ready to learn to read.  All the signs of readiness were there, and he started to find words on his own.  ("There is a word in the alphabet!  A real word!")  He loved language.  I did what I always do: I researched it.  How do children learn?  Pros and cons of early learning?  Because of my research, I decided to homeschool.  Because of my intuition and my observations, I decided to hold off on teaching him to read.

I held off because I had the gut feeling that if I taught that boy to read, he would spend way too much time reading.  I felt that he needed to work on some other areas (social interaction and gross motor skills).  I was pretty sure that if he could spend hours in books then he wouldn't do the hard work needed to increase his skills in those areas where he was lacking. 

This is the only time that I held off on teaching something that someone was passionate to learn.  It is generally not a good idea, but was the right thing in this case.

He started first grade (we skipped kindergarten) two months after turning six.  It was crazy-insane, and I can't believe we did it.  Freddy was three weeks old, Isabelle was an extremely challenging two year old, and Lucie was a very independent and helpful four year old.  We had a mother's helper for four mornings a week so that I could do the school stuff with Calvin.  I still ended up holding/feeding the newborn most of the time and dealing with the problems of the two little girls.

So Calvin homeschooled for eight years.  He begged to learn piano when he was eight.  He begged to do "real" science when he was ten.  He got dissection supplies as a reward for doing well.  He was super smart and quick to learn.  I had to bump him up a couple of years in math when I discovered that his behavoiral problems were related to his lack of challenge. 

He had this strange energy that HAD to be used up by mental challenges.  The only subjects that worked to use up that energy were math, Latin and French.  After a year or so with the languages, they didn't work any longer to use up that energy.  It was as if his brain had become wired to understand them, so the challenge was gone, even with harder work. 

Calvin loved homeschooling.  He wrote an essay this past year about his varied schooling and said that homeschooling was the hardest.  He always had to do work that was exactly what he needed.  He had no classes that he could slack off in.  He also credits homeschooling with the academic success that he would experience in school.

So, what did we use to homeschool?  Different things work for different people.  If I were choosing today, I would make different choices.  There are so many wonderful materials out there!  He used Saxon math and then Jacob's (he credits Jacob's with teaching him all kinds of unusual methods and short cuts...he used to share them in his high school classes when the other super smart students were wondering how he got done so quickly).

He used Apologia science, but I would change that.  He used Rod and Staff grammar and that is excellent.  Best thing out there.  We used Tapestry of Grace for history, but I would switch to the product offered by Pandia Press.  He also read a ton of books.  I had to drive to different libraries just to find him enough books to read.  He devoured them.  That was the single most challenging aspect of his younger years.  I can still feel stress when I think of it.

Best parts of homeschooling:  reading classics aloud to all the children, the books that we made, co-op classes, spending all day outside.

Calvin went to a very small Catholic school for the last four months of eighth grade.  He learned a little bit.  All the children had to go so that I could get over the Everlasting Case of Mono.  When it was time for ninth grade, we decided to keep all the children in, and Calvin went to the public high school.

That was a catastrophe...although he did discover his sports there (cross country and tennis).  The academics were not at all challenging.  He used to write essays in fifteen minutes and get 100% on them.  I begged for the math teacher to give him more challenging work, but he refused (said that it would be favoritism).  He had one teacher that he really liked, but it was a physical science class and he had already done that class at home, in co-op, and in 8th grade.  Good teacher, though.

He started to get angry due to boredom.  I remember going to a meeting with the principal that all parents were invited to (about 16 showed up).  I asked about academic rigor; she seemed confused.  The very next day this is what Calvin did in school: one movie, one party, two class periods spent doing a jigsaw puzzle (500 pieces...he almost finished it) in the library, one period cleaning an art cabinet, one period reading for fun, and one spent doing science experients (that he had already done in previous years).  I'm not making this up.  It was astounding.  It was daycare.

That spring, the local boarding school, a boys' military academy, opened their doors to day students, and Calvin was the first one signed up.  The academics were great, very rigorous math and science programs.  The foriegn language was disappointing, but that is the case in so many places.  At this school he was treated like an individual.  They let him take two math classes and then skip ahead.  He jumped right into AP classes (at my insistance) and did well.  The academics were great, but he took a lot of crap from other students.  They were jealous that he got to go home and sleep in on the weekends.

His education there was great, but the military aspect was not.  I felt that the teachers were not respected by those above them, and Calvin suffered due to other students' problems.  He spent two years there, got 36, 36, 36, 35 on ACTs, did well enough on the PSAT to be a Merit Scholar, and had the valedictorian spot.  He could have stayed when we moved, but decided not to.

His senior year has been spent at a small, academic private school.  There are thirteen students in his class (twenty-five in Isabelle's 8th grade class).  He only has five classes there, as he was fiinished with everything else.  He spends one hour playing piano and one hour as an IT intern.  The academics are good.  The students are able and focused.  It is a wonderful, relaxed environment compared to his last school. 

The IT internship has been the best thing about his year.  He loves the work.  The employees love him because he fixes things for him.  When I was meeting with Isabelle's teachers, they all took the time to tell me how much they like Calvin.  Learning that he enjoyed working helped him make his college choice.

The best parts of regular schooling: my clean house, advanced classes that go toward college credit, friends.

So Calvin has spent time in homeschool, Catholic school, public school, military school, and private secular school.  He says that his current school is ideal. 

As for his education, it was kind of a cobbled together mess.  He was our guinea pig when he was little, and it took time to figure out what worked.  He spent a lot of time in classes not learning anything, but I know that he was learning life lessons along the way.  He went to school with a lot of boys from Mexico, South Korea, and China, training his ear to understand accents.  He also saw a lot of kids having a rough time and exhibited compassion.

All in all, I'm happy with his education.  He is finished studying everything but math and science.  He knows what he wants to focus on and is ready for it.  I knew that he would be taking that route, so I really wanted him to have an in-depth humanities education before he left home.  He does.  He also has the communication skills that he needs.

In July he begins school at Kettering University in Flint, Michigan.  Kettering is a co-op school; it is required.  He will study for 11 weeks, then work for 12...year round.  He will graduate in 4.5 years with two years of work experience and degrees in mechanical engineering and applied math.  His high GPA and test scores got him scholarship money that almost pays for half of his tuition and fees.  He will earn the other half working.  He has credit for his first semester of classes from AP work.  He is so ready to go and focus on his future.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Latest project

Things on our street were just a little too wild for me. One of our neighbors let his property go. It wasn't safe for anyone walking down the street. Before:
We got the city to trim much of it. It was serious growth. Three feet into the street, including a nice padding of wonderful dirt and lots of huge worms. After:



There was a similar spot at the other end of the street. It was smaller, but more dangerous because it was right by the corner. I almost got hit twice; I had to jump into those bushes to prevent bodily harm. Before:




Now the street is safe. Anyone can walk down it without walking in the driving lane. After:


Project complete.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Writing

When I'm not crying over my hair, I am usually thinking about buying art...or writing articles here. Both cheer me up. The hair doesn't look any better either.

Thursday, April 05, 2012

Ride

I'm doing this post mainly because I'm tired of looking at photos of my ugly hair. We'll look at the neighbors instead.
One day during spring break I went on a twenty-one mile, six hour bike ride. There were quite a few stops, like this one, with beer and snacks. I brought the choc chip cookies and veggie chips. When we were on this bridge, we offered refreshments to everyone who passed by, and this is the only guy who stopped (the girls with the flat don't count). He's the former mayor and a big reason that our town is so bike friendly, a celebrity.

Monday, April 02, 2012

Butchered

Two weeks and three days ago, the unimaginable happened: My hair was butchered beyond belief.
I explained exactly what I wanted. I showed four excellent photos. Then I trusted, but that was a big mistake.
I was turned away from the mirror, and when she turned me around to see it, I was shocked. I had a faux hawk.

And it was so badly cut, with more lengths than I could count. There we two shaved areas. Some patches were about 1/4 of an inch and some were about an inch, and I'm talking about the short part. The long part was just weird. And ugly.

I had a party on day two of ugly haircut. I was so embarrassed. "Hi! Welcome! I'm Susan, and I didn't ask for this haircut!"

I looked like a pinhead with it down flat. I had to go see someone to even it out a bit, making this ugly mess my most expensive haircut ever. (That's Jack. It was his third birthday on day four of ugly haircut.)

It's only looked good once, when it dried under my bike helmet and got some waves.

I really dislike it. I miss my hair. I had it just how I wanted it and just needed a trim. The stylist told me that she was "meant" to do hair. I say she needs to go back to teaching high school. I want my hair back.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Best part

Last night, when the pizza guy handed over the goods, he told me that my house was awesome. I agree. What's the best part about it? That I have my bank, a health food store, a regular grocery, a library return drop, the Farmers Market, and the entrance to the biking trail all within a mile and a half. Plus a bunch of fun neighbors who will go vintage clothing shopping or bike riding with me and willingly pop my corn every night when I roam the hood looking for a microwave.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

How I know that I am officially a cyclist

1. Driving in the car seems really, really super fast.

(My spring break riding partner, spending some time with me before he leaves me forever for college and work and grown-up life.)


2. I can't find places while driving that I have been to dozens of times and are extremely familiar. (This was really strange.)


3. While walking down the street, I look down to my left to check in my rear-view mirror to see if a car is coming behind me.


4. My garage door opener can be found in my bike bag, not in my car.


5. The folks at the grocery store don't recognize me without my helmet.

6. I take my showers on the trail. (That's a joke.)



7. My badly cut (butchered) hair actually looks cute today for the very first time, after drying under the bike helmet.




Monday, March 19, 2012

Visit with Rosie

The last time I visited Rosie, I had four kids and she had two. She was living in Hoboken, and we had a grand ole time until someone got sprayed in the face with air freshener. And someone else got impetigo on the rear from all those gas station bathrooms between Missouri and NYC. And someone else had a reaction to the lobster. And someone else caught the puking flu on the way to Niagara.

Now she has four children also, because she wants to be just like me. We spent a lot of time with Nat, who was happy to play with Seb and me if her giant stuffed animals were involved.

By the second day, she let me hold her and was (strangely) calling me Mama. Whatever.

Seb had some work to do in NJ, and when he was done it was all tea parties and Barbies. One morning Nat and I were taking photos together. I was trying to distract her from what she really wanted to do, which was hang all over her mother. It took her about twenty seconds to learn how to use my camera and start taking photos all by herself. She's two.

They aren't the best photos, but she got the important stuff (Seb, my purple pants) in this frame.

It was awesome to see my sis, to see where she lives, and to understand why she needs that nanny. (No school buses! Kids in three different schools! Husband who works late! Two yr old who climbs out of and over everything! Noise!) We spent one day driving around together, dropping off and picking up, volunteering at Abby's school (where we were called beautiful girls and watched a lot of kindergarteners pick their noses), and doing errands.


It was a very short trip. On the way home, Seb and I drove the air train around the airport for awhile.

It was a fun trip. I wouldn't mind doing it again after Rosie gets rid of her cats. I had to give up breathing well for the entire weekend, but it was worth it.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

New comic

Sebastien and I came home from a night of music in the skunky barn-like building to find a comic strip that Freddy made. It's called Izzabell and the Groceries:
I leave Isabelle alone in the minivan to go into the store for five minutes:

There I am doing my model walk:

Into a store that I love and the young'uns dislike:

Three hours later, I can be seen with a big smile and a mega juicer:

And Isabelle has devoured the groceries:

The end. By the way, the maga juicer works great!