Saturday, December 29, 2007

More Pictures About Buildings and Food


My friend Molly said she likes pictures of food. Her comment made me think, and I had to agree, I like pictures of food too. I realized by looking through my iphoto program that I also like to take pictures of food. Not in a "magazine" kind of way, more in a "passing by the sink/counter/table and something beautiful catches my eye" kind of way.

Ok. So there are no photos of buildings. I formed the title from the memory of a Talking Heads album I used to have. I like them too.

Good For The Soul


A little unexpected snow is good for the soul.

Taking a walk at dusk with Cole is good for the soul.

Eating a waffle on a pretty plate is also good for the soul.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Word Usage: Patterns


It is nice getting back to routines now that the Holidays are over. I have at times felt that the tedium of managing daily life can be smothering, however, I realized today that I enjoy patterns (the dictionary usage: forming a consistent or characteristic arrangement), and that includes the tedium of daily life.

The photo above is of the Toile curtains hanging in my bedroom. I like the pattern (the dictionary usage: a decorative design). I laid in bed this morning staring at these curtains feeling very glad that they were not green and red and adorned with Christmas trees.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Who Said It?

"First we'll make snow angels for two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Toll House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle".

I like this agenda. Merry Christmas.
Photo by Hannah

The tree in front of our house as seen through Hannah's eyes.

Christmas Chili

Cooking chili heats things up when it's chilly outside. My mom's (no beans) chili recipe was given to me over the phone without any exact measurements -- it's all instinct. The "recipe" includes four different types of chiles (listed in order below):

1. Habanero - hot
2. Jalapeno - mild to hot
3. Anaheim - very mild
4. Serrano - hot

Chilis are fascinating to me -- their variety in size, shape, heat and taste -- and the fact that they taste delicious in a meat dish as well as dark chocolate. The other ingredients in this chili include stew meat which is seasoned with salt and pepper, tenderized, and coated with flour. The meat is browned in olive oil with garlic and onions (ANY good recipe begins with garlic and onions) and a little red bell pepper. Stewed tomatoes are added and as many of each variety of chiles, diced very finely, to create the temperature of your own liking. The ingredients altogether are cooked long and slow in a covered pot. The chili is best served in a warm tortilla with a sprinkling of cheese. (If you get the temperature right, you'll need the cheese).

Sorry no exact measurements given -- the chiles are my guide. And very tasty at that!

Friday, December 21, 2007

Baby It's Cold Outside


Winter has me feeling antsy and blah all at the same time. Maybe I need to embrace my inner-hibernator like was suggested at Yoga the other night (the yoga instructor informed us that humans go into a natural hibernative state during the winter seasons similar to some of our other mammal friends. I think she felt it had to do with the sun and the moon or something like that. I wasn't really paying that much attention to what she was saying, I was trying to balance on my right leg while holding the toe of my left foot with my right hand while my left leg was behind my back). Right now I would like to just eat a lot and then sleep a long time. But, no, I must carry on like a human . . .

[This photo of the American River canyon and the wooden post were taken while driving the long way home after dropping the kids off at their schools before heading back to the home office to work. It's actually not on the way home at all, more like a detour. Sometimes I find it necessary to take a short detour].

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Let It Snow


(Vista near Nyack off I-80 South bound)

Monday, December 17, 2007

Love It and Link It


Check-it-out. I have added two new links to the right side of the blog site. One link is to my talented and crafty friend Molly's etsy shop. Molly has repurposed men's dress shirts into uniquely designed aprons called the Blue Collar Apron. Adorable! If you visit her store molly made you will want one for yourself, your mother, your girlfriend, your daughter, you get the ideal.

The other link on this site is to my nephew Corey's Subject Skateboards store. He started this business when he was just fifteen (he is seventeen now) and he designs and screen prints shirts, hats, sweatshirts, and of course, skateboards. He also sells his merchandise to local board shops in town. I am very proud of him. Along with his entrepreneurial skills, he is the drummer in a band called Aisle Six. They have won first place and accolades at several Battle of the Bands, play regularly at the Downtown Grill on Nevada St., and are booking various other gigs. And, most importantly, he is one of the nicest young men you'd ever want to meet.



Now get linky with it.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Feels Like The First Time


I have no photos that capture me in the act, but I went snowboarding for the first time yesterday. Every muscle in my body is verifying that fact, it hurts to move. But it hurts so good. Now that Hannah is on the Colfax High School snowboarding team, we are up at the ski resort every weekend. When we first started going I would sit in the lodge and read, or day dream, or etch away on some project for work. However, I knew it wouldn't be long before I started to give in to the itch, the itch to try something new. I love to ski, but it is so eighties.

So yesterday I strapped both my feet into a board and tried to swoosh my way down a snowy mountainside by keeping balanced on both edges of the board, leaning with my body but steering with my toes and heels, adjusting my weight forward while leaning backward using both my hips and shoulders; the long way to say staying upright. Along with being incredibly frustrating, however, it was fun. When I thought about giving up half way through the day to swap the snowboard out for some skis and just careen down the hill, I realized it is often more fun to do something we already know how to do. Still I was determined to keep trying (until my head was throbbing from falling too often) and I am going to try again next weekend too. Thirty-nine-and-a-half is a great age to start a new high impact sport with your kids.
(The purple board on the left is Hannah's old board, which is now my new board).

Friday, December 14, 2007

Mandarins Ahoy!

(photo by Hannah)

There'll be no scurvy in this household, arrgh.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Keepin' It Real


My son, Cole, ponders often. The other day mid-way through breakfast he said to me, what if the earth's orbit around the sun is like the water that spins around the toilet bowl and is flushed down into the middle? He went on, maybe CO2 emissions are not contributing to global warming, maybe the sun's gravity is pulling the earth towards it? I swallowed my French toast and thought to come up with a good response. My first thought, compliment him on his observations. My second thought, a wise-cracker answer, "well, thank goodness we won't be pulled into the sun in our life time, ha-ha-ha." Unsatisfactory response. His brows were knitted, and our collective unspoken thought was, if the possibility of this were true, it would happen in some one's life time.

Ever since Cole has been little he's been prone to moments of existential crisis. It began when he was very young and would realize suddenly and inconsolably that I was going to die some day. I would hold him while he cried (unless I was driving at the time, and then I would just pat his arm and keep us on the road) and tell him that I will always be here for him. And then, wise-cracker answer, one day when I do pass away, I'll be so old you'll be tired of me and ready for me to go, ha-ha-ha. Unsatisfactory response.

A few months ago I sent Cole in to brush his teeth before bedtime, he complained, I said go. Nothing unusual. One minute later he emerged from the bathroom hysterical. Mom, he uttered, the universe never ends, there is no beginning, there is no end. There is no end to time. If God created the universe, who created God? I held him, I consoled him. I told him most things we know have a beginning and an end, but some things aren't concrete, and they are more difficult to grasp. I told him that where we are right now is concrete, and it is good, and right now is the most important thing to know.

During this time, Brent, Cole's older brother, came in the room. Brent, I said, Cole's having a crisis, help. Ok, Brent thought for a second. "Cole", he answered, "a famous philosopher said, 'we think, therefore we are'." We exist . . . he went on to soothe Cole's roaming mind until he was able to fall asleep. I really don't remember everything he said, I just remember being impressed that Brent was able to swiftly step in and save the evening. He may as well have been wearing a cape. Those are some deep thinking kids. It is interesting to know there is a lot more going on in our kids' minds than what we can ascertain . . .

Hannah told me recently that in fourth grade she worried she was just a character in a book and her life was just a story someone had written. Uhh, and you waited until you were a freshman in high school to tell me about this? I don't always have the right answer for those earth shattering deep thoughts. I guess our job as parents is to just hold on to our kid's ankles and keep their feet close to the earth, and hope that the earth does not crash in to the sun. . . (and yes, the photo above is a picture of a house shaped like a toilet bowl. That blows the mind).

Friday, December 07, 2007


Trying to motivate myself to work the other day and not doing a very good job, I found myself clicking around the blogosphere. I came across this woman's website from Japan. She knits food. Wow. I am sorry I didn't make a link to this site and don't even remotely remember the site's address. I am really, really sorry. Sorry. (My brother-in-law Paul, my oldest sister's husband, once told me to stop saying "I'm sorry" so much. I then apologized for always saying "I'm sorry." I really don't say sorry that much anymore. Mostly I say it when I need to).

I must have a mischievous mind because when I saw the picture of the eggs, I thought, that would make a funny sweater. . . not sorry.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

B


This is my daughter Hannah, who's nickname is B. That makes perfect sense, right? Well, the name Hannah became Hannah-Banana, which eventually became Banana, which eventually became "B." Now it makes perfect sense.
Hello B.
When she was born and I held her for the first time, I thought, the feeling of love could never be stronger than this. I knew she was special from the start. Now she is going to be fifteen soon and she scares the daylights out of me. Although, she still tucks her feet under my legs to keep her feet warm when we sit together on the couch, so I know everything is going to be just fine.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

The Giving Tree (all aglow)


Growing up not celebrating holidays, I found Christmas to be quite excessive. But well into my adulthood, of all the Christmas traditions, I have grown to like the tree. I have grown to love the tree. It smells pretty, it looks stunning, and I like the warm glow and atmosphere it brings to the house. If there is nothing else I do for this holiday (besides listening to choice Christmas compilations and making cookies), it is to wrestle a tree into the house and decorate it with my family. And then sit back and enjoy.

There is little guilt involved with buying a live tree for me. I look at it the same way I do oranges that are grown in a grove, the trees are grown for this reason. You may disagree and tell me my point of view is wrong, but then you will be shattering my whole invented reality.

I was reading about creative tree disposal programs all over the nation. My favorite is an organization in Arizona that collects previously used Christmas trees, puts cement shoes on them, and drops them to the bottom of Lake Havasu. Lake Havasu is a man-made lake with a barren lake bottom. When the trees reach the bottom of the lake they form a barrier, a dwelling place for the fish to lay eggs, hatch, and grow new life in. That is a beautiful thing.

For disposing of our tree, I used to pay the Boy scouts $5 to pick it up every year. I had no ideal what they did with it. They would leave an envelope at my door, I would leave the tree outside on the designated date, and I never saw the Boyscout and he never saw me. I guess that particular Boyscout has grown up and moved on because I don't get the little envelopes outside my door any longer.

Cole and I have started a tradition of burning our tree when it has given all it can for the season. Burning may not seem environmentally sound or friendly, however, ever since I was a child I have loved FIRE. And Cole does too. We enjoy cutting the tree into pieces and squealing at the enthusiasm in which the pines crackle and burst into flames. We also like roasting marshmallows by its beautiful heat. In this way we are sharing one last moment with the tree. I do love the Christmas tree.

The Ground Breathed A Sigh of Relief. . . and the day I had ensuing


It finally rained! The atmospheric environment has been stabilized. I don't know about you, but it seemed there was a lot of tension in the air lately -- almost everyone I talked to had some kind of pinched strife going on. And then finally it rained. Peace has been restored. Except everyone in my house woke up sleepily, reluctantly, and late. No one wanted to start the hustle of the day. And I have been sleepy all day.

Let me tell you about my day. . .
Today I picked up Dr. S____ from the Sacramento airport at 10:30 am. (Although no one will actually know of this Geneticist from Nichols Institute, the corporation I work for, I am going to give him anonymity anyway). I drove him to Stockton where he gave a lecture at one of my larger hospital accounts. I worried before hand what I would talk about with this MD, PhD, FAAP, FACMG, HCLD (no kidding, I don't even know what most of those credentials mean) on the car ride there and back, but I figured it would all work out.

I met him curb side at the airport and as soon as he got in the car his phone rang, he answered. I heard his one way conversation. He was upset with someone on the other end who had sold a CF40 lab test to another lab, leaving his lab to perform the CF70 even though he felt the CF40 was a better test (??? I don't know what these tests are). He used many colorful words like sh**, f*** (a lot), and commented "if someone hadn't gotten her fat a** involved, everything would have been fine". Uuuuh, wow, doctor. He is still a practicing genetics pediatrician at UCLA as well as medical director of genetics at Nichols Institute. I could feel him glance at me every time he spoke that way, but I just stared straight ahead. Eyes on the road, two hands on the wheel.

When he finally got off the phone, I said, "it must be difficult to be a scientist and a business man."
"Yeah," he said.

And that is pretty much how the car ride went there and back. I asked him questions about the lab industry, about his family, where he worked before coming to Nichols Institute, about the human genome project (which I know very little about), about anything I could possibly think of. He willingly answered my questions, with simple answers. He did not elaborate or ask me any return questions. We did not actually have any semblance of conversation at all. Just long pauses, me asking a question, and him giving a simple answer - - for two hours. It was far less peaceful than the rain had made me feel that morning. It just eventually made me feel more sleepy.

His lecture, however, was outstanding and there was a large turn out with good responses. Dr. S____ was pleased as well, but admonished me on the way home that I should have had marketing materials to pass out at the end of the lecture (that may have been somewhat conversational for a few seconds). I did not want to hand out marketing materials, but I guess a guy who is passionate about his lab work really wants to push it. All in all, everything worked out.

I hope it rains again tonight. I hope I get to redo this morning tomorrow and follow the rain's prompts to unwind and breathe a sigh of relief tomorrow.

Monday, December 03, 2007

My Shoes

Post-Run Brunch


I believe I have mentioned on this blog before how much I revel in a Sunday Morning activity, (if I fell in to routines, this would be it), of a long canyon run and then home to listen to "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" on the radio while I eat a nice, big breakfast -- three of many of my favorite activities (this particular Sunday began with a cup of coffee in bed and an article of fiction read out of "The New Yorker" magazine before my run. Some more of my favorite activities). Since my three teenagers now sleep to almost noon on Sunday, I virtually have the morning to myself.

I love to make a big brunch on Sundays as well, with waffles, or French Toast, or some other high carb breakfast goodness for the family. However, I was craving something more substantial this Sunday and cooked shrimp and vegetables (with garlic, oh the garlic!) while pouring batter into the waffle maker and stirring bubbly fruit compote on the stove.

You may notice in the above photo, just lurking behind the plate, is the beer I had with my breakfast. Need I advertise that fact? I had one left-over Italian beer in my fridge from the party we had last weekend, and for some reason, a beer after a long run, even if it is 11:00 am on a Sunday morning, can be a nice thing. I don't know what it is . . . maybe it's the combo of endorphins (an opiate type peptide produced by the central nervous system in response to pain) and dopamine (an endogenous [self made] amino acid that provides a pleasure/natural reward effect following certain behaviors) or being out alone in the beauty of the canyon maneuvering around the terrain that pairs so well with a beer; when I run my body goes on auto pilot and my thoughts, which usually come at me ten at a time and scatter all over the place, soon become linear and smooth. My runs are less about fitness and more about mental well-being. Throw in a hot shower at the end and it makes for the start of a great day!