Saturday, December 27, 2008
The downward trend continued when I got to the airport and found my flight was already delayed an hour and a half, making my connection and my evening plans in SF seem unlikely. But all of this bad news was only to set up my dramatic karmic reversal--the universe has given me something that I didn't think really existed. Something like Bigfoot or dark matter or an elephant graveyard: a free upgrade to first class. Yes, you read that correctly. I thought this was the stuff of legend. And I have no idea how I scored it. Here's what went down:
It has been my experience that when it becomes apparent that you'll miss your connecting flight, even if you haven't left your departure city yet, you should call the airline's reservations number and rebook. Don't wait until you are with a planeload of people in your connecting city who all want the single gate agent to fix their problems. The people on the phone will look at your itinerary and rebook you, even hours in advance. So. I called the American Airlines number and said, "Hey, I haven't left Atlanta yet, but I'm going to miss my connection, so can you put me on a later flight out of DFW?" The nice lady said, "Hmmm, no, there is no availability." I said, "Does that mean you don't have any seats?" And she said yes, that is what she meant. I was like, "Ever?" And she said, "Your best bet is to hope your connecting flight is delayed too." I thanked her and she thanked me and we hung up. What we were thanking each other for, I don't know.
Reader, I am not ashamed to admit that I was glum at this moment. I gave in to the glumps. But then I rallied and dialed again. I was thinking, "Maybe I can buy an upgrade to first class?" I had no idea what such a thing could cost, but I have a truly astronomical amount of credit. So I thought I would at least ask. When a different nice lady answered the phone, she said, "Hmmm, yes, there is no availability until tomorrow afternoon." I said, "Can I buy an upgrade to first class from Dallas to SF? I have a job interview to get to." This seemed a novel idea to her. She said, "Would you buy the upgrade using miles?" And I said, "No, I have to buy it using money." She said that she couldn't sell me an upgrade over the phone, but that there was first-class "availability" on the two later flights leaving Dallas, and if I "hot-footed" it to the ticket desk, they would help me. I asked her if she could put a hold on a seat long enough for me to get down there, and she said she would. Then we thanked each other.
Out at the ticket desk, I asked about buying an upgrade and said that I'd just spoken with the phone people. The agent punched some keys and looked at me with surprise. "They booked you," she said. "There it is. You got lucky--you got it for free. I just turned someone away from this flight 15 minutes ago." Then the lights went out except for a single spotlight that was shining on me, and a bunch of balloons fell down from the ceiling, and I was blubbering and trying not to smudge my mascara as the agent placed a tiara on my head. Or that's how it felt. What happened was she gave me new boarding passes and "sent a note" about my luggage. And I said, "Oh, great!" Then she apologized for the crappy seat I had for the first leg of my trip, because you know, I am first-class material.
Because you want to read even MORE about what happened to me at the airport, here is how I am continuing to thank the universe for my good fortune. Finally aboard a plane, I was settled into my economy seat for the flight from ATL to DFW, where I would assume my natural first-class state. I was by the window, and people were still boarding. A family with young children was in the aisle saying that they had been given all middle seats in different rows, meaning their baby would have to sit by herself. So I gave up my window seat and took one of their crappy middle seats. I've been where those people were, and I felt that I owed the capricious gods of airline seating this concession. I have no idea why today, I am the favored one.
So now my delightful first-class flight to SFO is delayed too, but that's okay, because it will give the flight crew longer to chill the champagne. Or harvest the Beluga roe, or whatever they do up there in first class. And I will try to be humble and not be one of those people who sit in first class and ostentatiously swirl their cocktails while the rest of us trudge by. Reader, I will try.
I hope you aren't having post-Christmas letdowns. I'll be on the left coast until Wednesday, so posting will perhaps be light unless I see or overhear something that I must share. Have a good weekend, y'all!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
First pic I took with my iPhone. Thanks for the iPhone, honey! I know I keep going on about it. iPhone!
Here he is toting a child up a mountain and rocking some Old Man Glasses while doing it. He always carries and/or keeps up with Hank when we go out somewhere so I can do my thing, and he never frets or repines.
Hey hottie. Here he is keeping our child from being swept out to sea. One of the many services he provides. This was last Saturday in Pensacola. It was that warm. The kids got wet from head to toe. (Then the next day was freezing.)
Finally, here's Matt late last night, after finishing his Santa labors. That huge wrapped package on the left is a dollhouse that took Matt and his brother Andy a lot of Christmas magic, and a lot of swearing, to put together. They made the train tracks go all the way around the tree too.
He works hard for us all the time, and puts up with a lot of sass along the way. Actually, I think he likes the sass part. Merry Christmas, babe! Here's to another great year.
I hope you and yours are enjoying the day. Holidays!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Laura LOVES THIS ELF. He's very cute. He arrived with a little fuzzy sleepsack, a sprinkler of "snowflakes," and a canvas tote bag. Laura had actually mentioned this whole elf thing several times before he ever got here, and finally I told her she ought to put the crackers and water out. She put them up on the mantle, and then Fowler appeared overnight. Laura said, "Mom, every drop of the water is gone and every cracker crumb!" Since then, the elf went with us to Florida and back, and he's hidden some nights, and made mischief some nights. And last night he rested because we were all tired from our drive. I had an idea that I think would be fun: share an elf with another family--this would work best with one of your neighbors. Some nights the elf would be at one house, and some nights another. The kids would have fun comparing notes about it, and the mamas divide the elf labor.
Laura read the poem that comes with the elf and now knows all about the elf's whole story. She's told me a couple of times, sadly, that tonight, Christmas Eve, will be our last night with the elf. I am really taken with the way she still believes in Santa and Santa-related magic, even though she's almost eight. It is fun--I don't know how many more Christmases this will be the case, but we're enjoying it. And the elf will come back next year. In art class she made a special plate for Santa cookies, and we have some reindeer food to sprinkle outside tonight. It's almost time to fire up the Santa tracker. I wonder if there is a Santa tracker app for the iPhone? Hmm.
We are getting the house all spruced up for Matt's family to arrive. For me, Santa's sleigh arrived this morning in the form of two Crate and Barrel delivery guys. I got a new dining table, and I am in love. I keep fondling it--is that wrong? And I hope you are feeling merry and bright at your place!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
This event only had three components: Food, craft, and game. Since it was so early and the kids still had to eat lunch at 11:30, we did a breakfast party. One mom brought bagels and three kinds of cream cheese. And she didn't just bring in the tubs. Please! She decanted them into little serving bowls that fit on a metal rack, and had little Santa spreaders in each. I heartily approved of that. We also had fruit and mini muffins and two juices. And peanut butter. That was all, but you would have thought it was ambrosia. The kids were happy. Like this.
The kids decorated huge gingerbread men that another mom had brought. This doubled as their craft, and we bagged 'em up for them to take home. Before the party, the class had done a creative writing exercise about gingerbread people. Laura's says:
Frost [the gingergirl] sat on the riverbank, and the river made all her memories flow into her mind. Behind everything she was thinking, a voice was telling her to steal anything she could get her tasty cookie hands on.
It's so festive! And disturbing! Holidays! Then for the game, the kids were divided up into four teams of 4 or 5 kids, and each team was given a shopping bag. Inside the bag I had put:
- 10 sheets of red tissue paper
- a couple yards of wide black ribbon, the cheap outdoor "satin" kind
- a big piece of black felt, like an 18" square
- a big piece of cotton batting. I bought a piece intended for a baby quilt and cut it into fourths.
- a handful of black and white pipe cleaners (or "chenille sticks" as they're now called)
- a white pom-pom
- roll of clear tape
Each team had a mom to dress. When I called "Go!" the kids dumped out their supplies to see what they had, and got to work crafting their Santa costume. I thought they might be a little too young to make a go of this, but they had fun. They loved the timed aspect of it and the open-endedness, I think. The teacher said she liked having a game that made them work in groups, and that did something creative. Best of all, it was short and intense--five minutes of frenzy, and then we lined up the Santas to judge. As you can see, it was more about the process on this one.
We all decided which Santa was the Most Creative, Funniest, Cutest, of Silliest. As you can tell, this was not an exact science, and you guessed it, everyone is a winner. Jan my co-room mom handed out goody bags, which each had a pencil, a candy, and then a random toy, like a tiny deck of cards or a yo-yo. You know, party favors. Here's where the OMG moment was. The kids were checking out their goody bags, and I was picking up piles of tissue paper, when a mom got right in front of me and said, "Maybe next time, the kids could all have the same toy. Some of them are unhappy with what they got." Only her inflection was like, "Maybe next time. . ."
A range of thoughts flickered beneath my calm countenance, like koi beneath the surface of a pond on an overcast day. One of those koi/thoughts was, "Maybe next time, you could kiss my ass." But oh dear me no I did not say that, because I don't talk that way. I only blog that way. What I said was, "They are?" And she said, "Yeah, my son thinks this is too girly." She held up one of those ring pops. I said, "Because the bag is purple?" And she said, "No, because it's a ring." I smiled and gave her a shrug, and she turned away.
But several problems with this come to mind. Let me say that it is normal and perhaps expected that a 2nd grade boy would think a ring pop is girly. Perhaps that is their way. But I don't think it is expected that a mom will take up this cause. I can't really begin to unfold all of the problems with this exchange. I ask for your help, Reader. It's like a delicate origami onion. Also, and the broader issue, is that she mistakenly thought this children's party we organized was a forum where she could offer feedback and complaints. That was not the case. The job of a mom attending this party--especially a mom who hadn't volunteered to help organize, not that it's that big a deal--is to show up and be delighted with everything. That is how people do. To her kid, she could have said, "Hon, find out if anyone wants to trade, but that's a kid thing, not a mom thing." Or she could have said, "Say thank you and hush your mouth." Either is acceptable. What is it with me and the lecturing lately? Must be that time of year. Holidays!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
If you tip at this time of year, who else do you tip? When I still had my cleaning lady, I gave her a gift card (Target of course) for one session's pay. And she usually brought us a bowl of cookies and candy she made. I could see how this could really add up if you had a cleaning lady, the mail person, a nanny (lord I wish), and whoever else. I have heard that people give things to their garbage men, but how does that work? Someone told me that she makes cookies and puts them on top of the can where they'll see them. Something about that is unappetizing, but maybe that's the way to go?
It makes sense to me that plenty of people don't tip, whether because it's not the thing to do where they are or because there is no extra money for that kind of thing. But the people who attempt to justify their not tipping and get all righteous about it. . .I hate to say it, but they often sound like jerks. A glance around the intertubes turns up the following reasons for not tipping:
"I look at his government pension as his tip." What does his pension have to do with you and how you might say thanks?
"The mailman uses our poolside bathroom during his rounds. That's tip enough." Is that you, Donald Trump? You are tacky.
"I tip her every time I pay taxes or buy stamps." Sigh. You probably aren't really a jerk but you sound like a real "Get off my lawn" type. Or one of those people who hates the fact that they have to press one for English.
"I don't tip them because they are overpaid." I think being a mail carrier probably is a good job, but I doubt they are "overpaid."
So, not to get all lecturey up in here, because I think there are different good ways to go about thanking the people who help us everyday, and I'd love to know what you do. Tipping our mail lady is what Works for Me!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
And he does not consider the tops of people's heads to be really all that big a deal. He had just said, "Daddy, I'll take a cheese of you," and Matt barely had time to jump into the shot. Hank is not one of those difficult-to-work-with celebrity photographers, which makes up for his challenging and edgy compositions. Just one quick cheese and you're done. I think he's taking portraiture in a new, exciting direction. One that makes me seasick.
That is what I have for this Random Tuesday. In other news, I got my hair done. We went to Ikea last night, which for me, is like returning to the mother ship. And the class party is coming along nicely. That is all. But check out the more exciting lives of others over at Un Mom.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
1) Prep for a job interview I have at the end of the month.
2) Have solo fashion show to figure out what to wear for that interview and the conference surrounding it. The black suit or the tan suit? With what shirt(s)? Pointy-toed boots or sensible pumps?
3) Get my hair done. And while I'm at it, get my eyebrows attended to. But when to do this on a weekday? I could get it done at Lifetime Fitness, but the two-hours of childcare per day they offer would not cover the cut and highlighting. I know, First World problem. So I could arrange some kind of thing where I take the kids there and Matt pics them up while I'm still getting worked on. HAIR: DONE
4) Consider going to Lifetime Fitness to actually work out.
5) Figure out if all the food for the second-grade class party is covered. Parents are beating down my door to bring more stuff, so this shouldn't be a problem. DONE
6) Ask co-room mom to go get the gift card for the teacher. And ask if she will make goodie bags from her copious supply of trinkets. (Most of being a room-mom, for me, is asking people to do things. No sweat.) DONE
7) Get supplies for the Dress Your Santa party game. Maybe test-drive this game by having Laura dress Matt. Could be fun.
8) Make 7 sets of slacker fudge for neighbors and assorted people. Find cellophane bags at Michaels and package all the fudge in these cute felt buckets I got at Target. Deliver Fudge.
9) Go by and chat with Frenemy Neighbor to catch up and deliver the message, "Hey, I know we're estranged because of the election and all those "Obama is a Muslim" emails you sent me every day, but can't we put it behind us because our girls miss each other and here's some fudge."
10) Go to Laura's class party which is at 8:30 in the freaking morning. No siblings allowed. Joyeux Noël!
11) Get the dog bathed before we take her with us to Pensacola. And Mom, is it okay if we bring the dog with us?
12) Pack for everybody.
13) Round up and wrap Christmas gifts for people we'll be seeing in Florida.
Okay, I'll probably keep adding to this list, but it feels good to start to get it down in writing. Things have been so crazy lately that I have this constant sense that there's something I'm forgetting that's really important. Like goodie bags for the second graders, or my eyebrows. You know, important.
For lists that are a little more profounder, check out ABDPBT:
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Laura: What do you eat for breakfast?
Me: Ketchup and rubber buns.
Laura: What do you eat for lunch?
Me: Ketchup and rubber buns.
Laura: What do you eat for dinner?
Me: Ketchup and rubber buns.
Laura: What do you do when you see Britney Spears walking down the street?
Me: Ketchup and. . .you stinker, I'm not saying that!
Laura: Get it? YOU RUB KETCHUP ON HER BUNS! (hilarity ensues)
Me: . . . .um
Laura: KETCHUP ON HER BUNS!
I think it's good that we didn't pursue the gifted program last year. I think the regular second-grade classroom is proving plenty challenging for this child. One day last year, around the time we were making that decision, Laura hollered down from upstairs in a panic. "Help! I can't get out!" She had gotten trapped in her duvet cover. She (presumably) crawled through the opening at the bottom, and then couldn't find a way out. Sometimes it's like she is just average. Or like she's a lobster.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Mindy was bummed out because Ron, her new husband, has come out of retirement to go back to work. They're in their upper fifties, and neither of them had been working. Mindy was living on the annuities and such left behind by her late husband, and I think Ron had just made enough money to retire at a relatively young age. He is a civil engineer, so for him, work means traveling out of town to various building projects. He is gone a lot now, and Mindy is not happy on her own. (We were thrilled when those two started shacking up last year, because Mindy goes a little kooky when left to herself.) Anyway, both their investment portfolios have tanked, so off to work he goes.
And I understand why, because those two spend money like sailors on leave. I say that with no judgment at all--I just mean that their kids are grown and gone, and they are living their version of the good life. They have a lot of toys--they were a two Humvee household, his and hers, until Mindy traded her Hummer in for a Jaguar convertible. (I say no judgment, but the two Humvees seemed crazy to me.) Ron had a fancy motorcycle that he wrecked and replaced over the summer, and they have boats and a couple of other houses, Ron's house from before their marriage and Mindy's cabin in the mountains. And, they run with a fairly hard-partying crowd of people their age who go out every night, dressed to the nines. Matt and I went to a little party they had at their house to announce their engagement. I dressed in a manner that I thought was appropriate for a casual get-together in the summer--like capri pants and a cute top. All the other ladies were in cocktail dresses with Swarovski crystals on their boobs. So Mindy and Ron, not surprisingly, are finding it hard to keep up with all that.
Conspiracy Guy and Mrs. Conspiracy Guy are having it rough. Yesterday I saw CG outside while the kids were playing together, and I said, "Hey, what have y'all been up to?" He said, "Trying to survive. Just trying to figure out how to survive." He is a stay-at-home dad to their 4 and 3 year-olds. Mrs. CG works, but I gather it's not a super high-powered career. What they want, he says, is to downsize to a smaller house with a bigger yard. They don't want to sell in this market, though, so they settled for refinancing their mortgage from an adjustable-rate to a 30 year fixed. (Before that, they'd had their house on the market for months with no nibbles. I think they were asking too much, but what do I know?)
They have a way different "lifestyle" from Mindy and Ron's. No toys, no extras, living pretty light, from what I can tell. I heard through the grapevine that right after we moved in in 2006, Mr. and Mrs. CG tried to start a business where you make millions in real-estate with no money down. I remember CG telling me that they'd gone to a seminar that taught them how. I remember having a sinking feeling as he told me this. So the grapevine part was that they lost all the money they put into it, and some of their family's money as well. That was when they put their house up for sale. So I feel sympathy for them--they seem kind of stuck. I feel bad even if CG is a quasi-Libertarian, paranoid, tax-evading fruit loop, as you will see if you take a moment to peruse that link. Tax evasion may be a strong word, but he explained to me how his plan between now and the end of the year is to take their belongings to Goodwill, one bag at a time, and get the receipt they give you where you fill in the value yourself. He says the max per donation is $599, so every garbage bag of old toys and clothes they donate is worth a $599 tax deduction, in his calculation.
Then I think Conspiracy Guy asked me out on a date. Or, he told me how his wife is gone from today through the weekend and he'll have the girls on his own, and then he said, "You could come over one night and watch a movie." So I'm going to assume that what he meant was, "You could bring the kids over to watch a movie with my kids." But I don't know, ew. Where was I again? Oh yes, hard times. That is my neighborhood report for today. Have a good one!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Lest you think that this was the half-assed work of a moment, I refer you to the 3D tiny wrapped packages under the felt Christmas tree, which they have decorated with little lightbulbs. My favorite part has to be the cheery and vague "Holidays!" leading up to the pom-pom poinsettias on the shoulder. This thing wants a wider audience. Surrender to its cheeriness. Holidays!
My sister Amy has been recently celebrated on this blog, while Dave has received only brief mention. I thought I would remedy that today because Dave has now started his own blog, Better than Machines. He is the real writer in the family, so check it out if you're into progressive politics. Or just enjoy the sweatshirt. Holidays!
And in keeping with Keely's Random Tuesdays, here's some more Dave and me.
This was Christmas of 2000, when Dave was practically a baby, and I was pregnant with Laura. I also had an acute case of fake Kate Spade. Sigh. I'm sorry y'all, I was new to ebay. But don't I look proud of Dave? And here we are this past August.
We always have a good time together. And I can't figure out how in the heck he turned into a fascinating and productive adult in the last eight years, a period of time when I was mostly experimenting with different hairstyles and buying purses. That's a Patrick Robinson for Target tote, by the way. Always get tons of inquiries about it.
Here we decided to take a series of awkward close-ups. Like so.
This has been a shout out to my brother, one of my top favorite people on Earth. Go check him out. You might like other members of the family better than me. They are all nice people.
Monday, December 8, 2008
1) We had some friends over Friday night, and Matt surprised me with cake. He got up with the kids both Saturday and Sunday, while I slept late. Then he raked leaves in the backyard and supervised Hank at the same time, while I sat on the sofa and read magazines. Or I think that's what I did--it's kind of a pleasant blur.
2) We took the kids to the mall to ride the merry-go-round. It had been so long since we were there--like almost a year--that I don't think Hank remembered the carousel. He was awestruck. He just sat and stared. Like this.
5) I loved hearing from my Facebook friends all day.
6) These little goodies arrived in the mail.
Six napkins, each with a different cookie on it, from our friends David and Michael. LOVE THESE. I am already imagining different table settings for them. I think they will work great for Christmas, too.
Thanks for indulging my birthday scrapbooking. I hope your weekends were cozy and warm!
And Anna has an excellent list today at ABDPBT:
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Laura and her friend and I watched the Kit Kittredge movie, and we admired Kit's determination and spunkiness, so I was surprised when L said she wanted not Kit, but Kit's friend Ruthie. If you have any knowledge of the Kit story, you know that Ruthie is the daughter of the bank president, the one who is foreclosing on the houses of some of Kit and Ruthie's friends. (This is set during the Great Depression--the one in the 1930's, not this one right now.) I had to laugh, because it is so Laura to choose the doll who is living in more comfortable financial circumstances. When given the choice between the Colonial American dolls Felicity and Elizabeth, she chose the Tory, Elizabeth. Just in case the whole Revolution thing didn't work out, you know. A girl's gotta think of where her next pony is coming from.
So I'm not totally sure whether I'm going to keep the doll or not. I want to direct you to a beautiful post that Carrie wrote about taking her daughter to the AG store, because I think it identifies my dilemma--I see that it's extravagant (Laura has two dolls, for the love), but they are so beguiling, and I want something nice for her; I want to give her something so appealing. And she hasn't asked for anything else--she is NOT a mile-long Santa list kid. She asked for a Thomas the Train thing for her brother (she feels she must write on his behalf), and the doll, and a certain webkin. So here comes Ruthie.
But here's the mind-bending part. I was poking around the American Girl website, checking out a sale on doll accoutrements. Each historical doll has period toys she can play with, like a ragdoll or old timey roller skates. Sold separately, of course. Well, the 1970's doll Julie can play with a little Barbie styling head. Remember those things? It's like a bust of Barbie, and you fix her hair and put makeup on her face? Of course, that was big in the 70's, so Julie has one. And both Barbie and American Girl are now owned by Mattel, so it's a nice bit of cross-promotion for them. Balls, pure balls.
For a dizzying moment I experienced a mise en abyme of toys. If Julie has a Barbie, what's to stop AG from making a 1980's girl, say, Jessica, who could have a little American Girl doll for her historically-accurate toy? And that doll could have a tiny American Girl, and so on, and you see the situation. Each tiny doll more historically accurate than the last. And more adorable, at a microscopic level. Also compounding the problem, as The Onion has warned, if the trend of being nostalgic for the relatively recent past continues--having 1970's period dolls, we may be facing a terrifying "retro gap," leaving us stuck "expressing nostalgia for events which have yet to occur." (Go now and read that Onion article. You're welcome.)
Have a good Saturday night, y'all.
Friday, December 5, 2008
As she spoke I had a dim memory of another mom I know complaining last year that her children had gotten an elf. And the elf was her. It dawned on me that this is some sort of awful plot on the part of the Elf cabal to add items to Mom's Big To-Do List. Lunches packed? Clothes laid out? Homework in school bag? Elf mischief accomplished? Good grief, Charlie Brown. My whimsy reserves are already taxed. The fairy houses are bad enough, and luckily Laura only makes one of those every few months.
What is a fairy house, you ask? Well, those are actually kind of fun, because they don't cost anything, and they are an actual activity. The child builds a little shelter out of bark, leaves, or twigs, and "furnishes" it for a fairy using rocks or flowers are whatever. Then, overnight, the fairy leaves a little treat for the house-builder. This means Mama has to come up with a treat while the child is at school. Last time, I broke into my gift closet and made her a little string bracelet with her name in beads on it. I only went to such lengths because I was out of random baubles that she'd never seen. She was thrilled. She is 7, nearly 8, and I can't tell if she really believes in this stuff or not. When she and her friend both worked on a fairy house recently, I commented to them that they better leave a note so the fairy would know there were two girls involved. They did. L's friend left a note that included her name and address. Her mom asked me, "Do you think I can just leave something in our mailbox?"
So, this elf thing. I did a quick search online, and it looks like there is one particular company that is behind the whole Mom is Your Secret Elf business. Elf Magic claims to be a "timeless Christmas tradition that has created special memories for countless children and families in homes around the world."
They are cute--I am not a total Grinch. And I'm sure your $26.95 (not including shipping) buys a lot of joy. But what gets me is that the website takes this twee tone, never actually explaining what the real deal is--that you will buy this toy for your kids, and you will acquire a temporary part-time job as an Elf. The website enthuses, "From discovering an Elf’s magical arrival in the home, to searching for their hidden Elf after a night full of mischievous adventures – children know the magic in Elf Magic is real!"
It would make me happier if they would admit for a moment that the "magic in Elf Magic" is Mom. We're all adults, here, right? My kid is not shopping on this site. And another thing, I don't know if I have a "night full of mischievous adventures" in me, you know? There are other people in line for that sort of thing, so take a number, Elf. But their determination to be all magical and stuff continues even in the clearance bin for last year's elves, which cracks me up:
While Available... Santa has discounted the Travel Ticket to $24.95 for his elves that did not get to visit a friend in 2007!!! Because of the lower travel fare the 2007 Elves cannot be returned to Elf Magic. They have a one way ticket only!!!
Oh for Pete's sake!
Have you heard of this? Are you doing it? I wonder, if we were lucky enough to get a visitation from one of the magical creatures, what sorts of adventures can they get up to at night? I think my supply of magical mischief might be short. Any ideas? Maybe, reorganizing the silverware drawer? Cleaning the baseboards? I got nothin'.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
It's the Pottery Barn Kids turtle basket. I've linked to the PB site for informational purposes, but by no means are you to click over to shop. When you go the website, it will tell you that the large turtle basket (35"x22") costs $109. What do they take us for? Please, as if! BUT if you find it clearanced in the PB Kids store, the large turtle is $40. A very friendly price, especially if you took one look at the basket, like I did, and started saying, "Mine! Mine! Mine!" like the seagulls in Finding Nemo.
My mom and sister and I were having one last shopping hurrah a couple of days ago before Amy flew back to Australia (I miss my best girlfriend already). I guess I am going through a turtle phase, but I would have bought this even if I didn't have kids. I put it up in Hank's room, under his window, holding his stuffed animals. He took one look at it and said, "I can fight the turtle with my sword?" So I think he likes it. For me it's the right combination of modern and traditional, and whimsical, and wicker. And turtley. Happy Things I Love Thursday!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
They're about 8 minutes long, which I find is the perfect length of time to park Hank in front of the screen when I need a Sanity Moment. Some of the Silly Symphonies go back to the 1930's. They give an interesting glimpse of the times they were made in, and they're just good, retro fun. For this Works for Me Wednesday, here are our top faves.
- Pluto's Christmas Tree (1952). Featuring Chip and Dale. Hank loves it when Pluto attacks the tree.
- The Night Before Christmas (1933). All the toys coming to life is a real attention-grabber.
- The Three Little Pigs (1933). Not Christmasy, but this one has me completely riveted. It has the song, "Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf," and at one point, when the Wolf dresses up as a Fuller Brush salesman to try to get into the brick house, he is clearly supposed to look like the stereotype of the hook-nosed Jewish peddler. The image is jaw-dropping. Oh, the golden years! (There is actually an interesting history to this scene, and how it was taken out, put in, taken out, and actually put back in the cartoon when it was rereleased in 1996.) Also, Hank is fascinated by the end where the Wolf burns his butt in the pig's fireplace.
- The Ugly Duckling (1939). This is the sentimental favorite of mine, and almost a tearjerker. Laura won't watch it because she thinks it's too sad, even though the baby swan finds his mama at the end. The great thing about finding these cartoons on YouTube is that they tell stories and fables that cartoons today don't adapt. I didn't know until we watched this that Laura didn't know the story of the Ugly Duckling. The classics really are brand new for those who do not know them.
So, classic cartoons on YouTube work for me! The kids really enjoy watching these, and they love being able to choose what they like off the little list we made for them. With more and more TV available over the internet, I am this close to canceling the cable. Once I've watched my entire Tivo'd backlog of "House," that is.