monkeysmama

i love android

2012-01-27T07:30:00.000-08:00

Anyone who knows me knows my love for all things Android. While the rest of the world is punching away at their iPhones demanding Siri hang up their phone calls, I am lovingly cradling my Ice Cream Sandwich. Oh, how I love thee, my Android!

Here, in the form of a few photos, is my favorite lil green guy. Enjoy!

People sometimes question my sanity. Fools.

They're just jealous because I have an aNDROID who loves me.

What's that? You want to know the time?

Android watch courtesy of Modify Watches out of Berkeley, CA.

A friend and colleague had an Android cake made for my birthday last year.

Well, this is what's left of him.

Thanks to Kathy's Kreative Kake's for doing an amazing job!

Monkey: Mooooommm....why do you love Android so much? You're, like, the only one who does.
Mama: Because, Monkey, I love what Android stands for. Anyone, you, me, a 12 year old kid or 85 year old man can have an idea and simply create an Android app. It's open source. I love that!
Monkey: Not cool, Mom. Not cool.

Where was I?

Even friends I haven't seen in awhile think of me whenever an Android is near.

"Hi, monkeysmama!" captured by Sean.

My almost 90 year-old grandfather Androiding it up.

My HTC Android-chain.

Thank you, Jeni!

One evening, I made Monkey go to the Android building to behold all of its beauty.

He threatened to call security on me. Something about how I was embarrassing him.

Pfft. No one was even around!

No explanation necessito.

And then one day, a colleague from BabyCenter found out how much I love Android.

She introduced me to her boyfriend who works at this place:

I had...AN IN. My life changed. For. Ever.

Thank you, Kat!

For my Hack Day project, I bet it will shock you to know what I worked on.

Android a la Rasterbator.

To honor my obsession (or to tell me something) Modify Watches named a set after me.

I always knew I was worth a lot.

Of COURSE I bought it. Didn't you?

Applesque packaging.

One day, an envelope arrived.

It was lumpy.

Lumpy with ANDROID delights!
Thanks again, Kat and E!

I gots mine for 2012.

You can, too.

Peace.

Android as seen on TechCrunch.

Love your Android as much as I do? Share it with me.

lego upgrades launches!

2012-01-15T16:03:00.000-08:00

Captain Rex.

And so it begins. Monkey has decided to launch his own site called Lego Upgrades. It's all about his custom lego designs. Should be interesting. I'm not sure how long this will last, but let me tell you, he is already obsessed and asking far too many questions!

As part of his new endeavor, which he also wants to turn into some sort of e-commerce front, there are a few requirements.
1. All photos must be taken by him.
2. He must write his own posts.
3. He has still has to do his homework.

What I love about this idea is that it encourages him to share something he's passionate about AND it helps with his reading and writing. Plus, I can relate to it. While I may not know anything about Count Dookoo (who?!) and clones, I do know a lil something about blogs.

Do your kids have a site? If so, link to them here so we can follow and tell us about 'em!

skim, skim, skimble to my lou!

2012-01-09T09:31:00.000-08:00

A typical day.

Here's the thing. Between the months of, oh, October and February I am an EATING. MACHINE. I'm not sure if it's because of the cold weather -- although lately the weather has been unfreagginbelievable -- but I go into hibernation-mode. This means I proceed to consume every single piece of food I can get my hands on. And yeah, I live in California where we're currently experiencing 72 degree days...in January. And it doesn't help the holidays fall right into this time period along with my birthday. It's a down-right chocolate cake, cookie, turkey and ice cream gorge-fest.

Part of my problem is that I don't like gyms. I don't like working out, INside. Working out means you workOUT not IN. I'd rather run when it's 32 degrees out with snot freezing to my upper lip than have to sit at a machine and fiddle with that thing that goes into that hole.

Delightful sustainable fish Station 1, Woodside.

During the months of March through September, it's all good. I can run outside during the long, warm days and do my various workouts all in the name of maintaining good health in support of my love to eat.

Back to my point. This is really a two-part issue for me. Or maybe it's a one-part issue but whatever. I tend to get lazy (all right, I said it! Lazy!) during the colder months, so I gain more weight as I maintain my warm-weather gorge level. Makes sense, right? Add in rice -- the Asian person's staple -- with the lack of exercise and my back-end starts to bloat.

Pinned and ready for action.

I have yet another ~~excuse~~ good reason for my nonchalant, 2010 attitude. In October I had rotator cuff surgery, so that put me out of commission for a few weeks and needless to say, the downward momentum continued.

My doctor told me I had to eat as much chocolate as I could to help speed my recovery. Really. He did. Specifically 75% cacao. Roll all of this into my disdain for gyms and it ain't purtty.

Suffice it to say, I have been on a lifelong mission to find some THING that keeps me active during the colder months. Something that compels me to get my sneakers on and start breaking a sweat. Not a food sweat, but one that involves burpees, cartwheels and the occasional pull-up. My THING used to be Crossfit but I haven't found another one like the first one I joined back in 2005.

Enter 2012. No new year's resolution, but I'm awake at the wee hours uncomfortably so since I've managed to consume another meal I couldn't say no to. I started browsing women 2.0 articles and came upon a post about fitness, health and apps. What initially intrigued me was the fact that it was written by an Asian woman who talked about her experiences as a founder. That soon became an afterthought as I got hooked on her kick-in-the-ass company.

Gathering my lazy ass off the couch, I pulled out my iPad to begin a journey that since January 2nd has kept me engaged. I had found my THING: skimble.

It's all about Cut And Chiseled, baby.

It's a simple answer to a tough question: how do you bring health and wellness to a segment of the population that doesn't have the time, access, means or all of the above in a way that encourages and motivates them to get healthy?

Answer: skimble offers extensive free workouts along with a pro plan for a $1.66/MO. Their workout trainer app breaks up the various types of programs so you can focus on, "Abs & Core," "Butt & Legs," or "How to make the best chocolate chip cookies, ever!" I threw that last one in there. Workouts can be done based on your pain tolerance ranging from casual to intense to "I feel like i'm going to throw up." OK, I threw that in there, too.

CrossFit lovers, rejoice. They even have WODs!

There's a whole bunch of other social stuff built into skimble, but I love the fact it is a down and dirty app that allows me to exercise whenever and however I want at no cost. Since signing-up for skimble, Monkey joins me doing his version of push-ups. That is, of course, when he's not torturing me by putting our cat on my back whilst I'm doing plank, but that's another story...

This post is in no way sponsored, paid for or endorsed by skimble. It was written by my desire to spread the word about an awesome app and to support good health for all!

whoz yo daddy? big daddy biscuits, and a giveaway!

2012-01-03T06:00:00.000-08:00

Big Daddy Biscuits is an Atlanta-based business founded by Lauren Janis and her American Bulldog known as, yup, BIG DADDY. What I love about Janis' company is her passion for keeping it all "locavore." This translates into supporting the local farmers in her area through sustainable, organic ingredients. Epic tragedy around receiving the package from our mail carrier aside (another story and not at all related to Janis' awesome customer service and shipping skills), I was stoked to finally get my hands on a bag of Big Daddy goodness!

Janis sent over some of their Crunchy Peanut Butter ($5/5oz bag) treats. Here's what they're made of:

Certified organic whole wheat flour

Fresh ground organic peanut butter

Vanilla

Farm fresh eggs

Fresh oats

Organic cornmeal from Red Mule Farms in Athens, GA

Java could not wait to wrap her teeth around her treats!

You recognize all of those ingredients, right? Now take a look at the contents of another company's dog treats:

Rice

Glycerin

Water

Brewers dried yeast

Wheat flour (so far I'm trackin')

Corn germ meal

Yellow 5, Red 40, Blue 1, Yellow 6 (uhhh, you are losing me)

Poultry by-product meal

Hydrogenated startch hydrolysate

Sorbic acid

Sugar

Animal digest (WTH?!)

Animal fat preserved with mixed-tocopherols

Partially hydrogenated vegetable oil

BHA

BHT

Get the point?

Janis says, "What's good for people is also good for our animals and buying local just makes sense, regardless of who is consuming the products." Now that's something I can wrap MY teeth around!

With Valentine's Day right around the corner, I know most of you are wondering what to get your furry companion. Big Dog is at the ready with their special Valentine's Day treats. Your canine companion will love you more when s/he sees their X's and O's.

For those who'd like to try out Big Daddy Biscuits, I'm running a "support women-owned and local business" giveaway. Clever name, right? Anyway, here's whatcha need to do:

LIKE their Facebook page

FOLLOW them on Twitter

And leave a comment here that you've done both,
AND as a bonus post a pic of your cutie pie pup!
(Your dressed up in a dog costume and all-fours doesn't count!)

Randomly chosen winner will receive a $10.00 gift certificate

ONE winner announced Monday, January 23rd at noon PT

Wunderhund is waiting!

This post is in no way sponsored, paid for or endorsed by Big Daddy Biscuits. It was written by my desire to spread the word about an awesome woman-owned business. Sweet!

IBOK's 5th Annual Santa Photos with your Pet Event ... oh, and me!

2011-11-25T15:35:00.001-08:00

This is how the story goes.

I have a friend. We'll call her Lisa for anonymity's sake.

Lisa is one of those people who loves animals. Any kind. From kittens to dogs to raccoons she is always at the ready to help an animal in need. She'll rescue any animal. In the middle of a busy intersection. During rush hour. Even if it has an owner.

Needless to say, she has a big heart.

And thanks to Lisa's big heart, she ~~strong-armed~~ convinced me to rescue two older cats from an organization called IBOK (Itty Bitty Kitty Orphan Rescue). A rescue group shes been involved with for quite some time.

Mac Mac.

Bridgey.

Monkey and I had contemplated adopting A cat, but we had no idea we'd end up with TWO cats. Mac Mac and Bridgey were raised together, though, so IBOK wanted to adopt them out to the same family. Made sense. So this is how Monkey and I came to be the owners of two beautiful cats: Mac Mac (a Siamese/Himalayan) and Bridgey (a Tortie).

Fast forward to May of 2011 and Lisa asks me to participate in IBOK's 2011 Mewmorial. Seriously. Who can resist a combo of cats and cookies? Who, I ask. Who? Not I.

It was at this event where I not only participated as a baker, but I ate and bought a ton of tasty treats. Ate some more. Then took a few photos -- in between cake bites -- of their extremely cute cats looking for their forever homes. Yup. They have cats and kittens looking for their forever homes. YOUR home.

But back to my eating tasty treats.

Two kittens at the 2011 Mewmorial. See more pics.

Thanks to these photos I was able to take during the Mewmorial, IBOK asked me to be this year's Santa photographer at their Fifth Annual Santa Photos with your Pet Event. I agreed to do this BEFORE I knew it was one of their biggest fundraisers of the year. Oh lord. What have I done.

But it's okay. The nights waking up in a cold sweat dreaming of angry mobs of pet owners demanding retakes of their photos because the aperture is off...it's all okay. Why? Because it's for a dang good cause. A $15 donation will get you a CD that includes up to 10 fab, high-res photos. 100% of the proceeds go directly to IBOK and the City of Palo Alto Animal Services. At the same time, they'll also be running their Holiday Bake Sale! Good eats for pets and the humans they bring. [Pssst! They need volunteers to bake nommy goods!]

I encourage you to come over with your pets and kids (sometimes they are one in the same) to have their photos taken by moi, purchase some home-baked treats made with love and any other goods at Pet Food Express (3910 Middlefield Road Palo Alto CA 94303). For those who visit us on December 10th from 12PM-4PM, you'll also receive a 20% off coupon from Pet Food Express.

Make sure you share this with your friends and RSVP for the Fifth Annual Santa Photos with your Pet Event here!

And click here to RSVP for the Holiday Bake Sale!

Do the right thing. We'll see you there!

Mewoof!

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my life at babycenter [abridged version]

2011-05-23T09:31:00.000-07:00

Its been almost five months since I left BabyCenter and I still think about her everyday. For those who've been lucky enough to work there you'll know what I mean when I say they are like family.

The culture at BabyCenter ~~was~~ is undeniably AWESOME. And you don't know just how special it is until you leave. Don't get me wrong! I ain't complaining about my FAB new job, and I don't regret my choice to return to a start-up one bit, but my family at BabyCenter will always hold a special place in my heart. I mean, come on! How often do you get to work with people like Linda Murray who exemplifies exactly what BabyCenter is all about; and who can utter the words discharge and let-down without skipping a beat?! How often do you get to build cool products and features and collaborate with someone like Rebecca (aka Mamaholic) who built the BabyCenter community from its infancy and who really IS BabyCenter. Come on people! That's her belly!

And, really, what other company let's you AND your kid actually APPEAR on the homepage in front of millions of moms all over the world?!

Let's not forget, shall we, all of the other brilliant peeps I had the pleasure of interacting with every day. From engineers to marketing to product to international, it was the most difficult for me to let these people go. My co-workers ~~loved~~ tolerated me like they would a 6-year old who never quite makes it to the potty in time.

From my weird exercise regimens during mid-conversation [squirrel!]...

To dietary issues...

And odd outfits...

Oh, and we can't forget my Android obsession...

They always stood by my side. They pushed me when I needed it, gave me chocolate when I wanted it, but didn't exactly need it, and helped me grow in so many ways [sometimes in pounds]. I often think about my time at BabyCenter as the perfect marriage. We were the right balance. Always a gentle push and pull with some give and take. We were as equitable as you can get.

Now I run around my new office in a yellow cape [not much has changed] and have found a great home with another group of wickedly awesome peeps. They tolerate my weird eating style, regular outbursts of cackling and left/right butt-cheek pain. But, that's another blog post.

i love pho

2011-05-20T18:35:00.000-07:00

Whenever I commute into work on the 101, I'm always see something funny, odd or just outright disturbing. Whether it's in the form of my parallel lane partner picking his nose with his fist or the dog who's trying to lunge at me through a closed window (I swear I was not provoking it) my ride north is never dull.

My commute the other morning was nothing less than entertaining. But it was a license plate that caught my attention that day. Not only was it on a beautifully crafted piece of German engineering, but it was paying homage to perhaps one of the finest foods ever: pho. Who doesn't love them some proper pho? Who? I ask, who? [said in my best Russell Peters Looz Wooton voice]. You've GOTS to love you some pho, yo.

wordless wednesday

2011-05-11T00:00:00.000-07:00

i'm coming home.

2011-05-04T08:57:00.000-07:00

"We bid you goodbye but we will never forget you. For those who knew you well and loved you, the pain will be deep and enduring."

- Lt. Col. Mark Reents, NATO ATC Afghanistan adviser

To our fallen:
Lt. Col. Frank D. "Bruiser" Bryant
Maj. Jeffrey O. "Oz" Ausborn
Maj. Raymond Estelle II
Maj. David L. "Klepto" Brodeur
Maj. Philip D. Ambard
Maj. Charles A. Ransom
Capt. Nathan J. Nylander
Master Sgt. Tara Jacobs Brown
Mr. James "Jimmy Mac" McLaughlin

"We bid you goodbye but we will never forget you. For those who knew you well and loved you, the pain will be deep and enduring." - Lt. Col. Mark Reents, NATO Air Training Command-Afghanistan adviser

Welcome home, warriors.

Official press release.
View on YouTube.

MonkeysMama's photostream

2011-05-01T22:53:00.000-07:00

MonkeysMama's photostream on Flickr.

Idaho. Yes. Idaho.

2009-09-15T09:13:00.000-07:00

Who would think someone would want to go spend time in Idaho...for vacation?! Crazy, you say? Hardly. It's a fantastic place for kids and adults, and the price is right. Boise is a college town full of interesting people, trendy restaurants and beautiful scenery. Check out some pics here. Oh, and here, too!

Amazon and Zappos - shake it don't break it, baby!

2009-07-22T17:05:00.001-07:00

I am clearly behind here, but I wanted to send a shout-out to my two favorite companies. Zappos, you know that we all heart you. Between your wedges and stilleto heels what's not to love? Amazon, I admire and love you, too. Your ratings and reviews are righteous while your recommendations, OK, kinda good. But the two of you together?! Sweetness! Let's just make sure they can keep both of their [unique] cultures alive and well.

Oh but WAIT...there's more

2009-07-22T14:25:00.001-07:00

Tea,Chinese Style Cupcake, originally uploaded by Cupcake Land by ShamsD.

Check out this bad boy!

Cupcakes, cupcakes and man! Cupcakes!

2009-07-22T14:20:00.001-07:00

Banana n Cinnamon Cupcakes, originally uploaded by Cupcake Land by ShamsD.

This woman is amazing. Some ladies in the office sent me links to her work. She is, welly, check 'em out for yourself!

Some more of my faves:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shamsd/3500483206/in/set-72157600075139359/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/shamsd/3482956926/in/set-72157600075139359/

Her attention to detail isl...wow!

Nice...

2009-05-01T11:12:00.001-07:00

see more pwn and owned pictures

Good gear

2009-04-28T08:54:00.000-07:00

Monkeys love for cool gear is never-ending. I'm constantly trying to find a place that sells (at reasonable prices) high-speed stuff. If you have a kid like mine, you may want to check out a family run business I found called Hero Gear. They mostly support squadron fundraising, but anyone can purchase from them.

Monkey also thinks that Marcus is great, and Jeff is a creative genius.

A hiking we will go

2009-04-02T14:39:00.000-07:00

So I'm trying to get out there and hike more, but it's tough. Apparently, a lot of people go out hiking on a beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon. I ended up going from place-to-place because all the lots were full. Despite my frustrations, I was not disappointed when I tried a trail I caught site of on my way home one day. The view, stunning. Parking, lots!

2009-02-04T10:56:00.000-08:00

Oh the boy is five. Yup, five years old. It's a new era for us, for me, really. Here's to another exciting five more years when the boy will be 10. oh. my. god.

2009-01-06T14:49:00.001-08:00

the new year is here and i still don't exactly feel very organized. although it's refreshing to know that every 12 months, my slate is wiped clean, and i can try again!

2008-12-18T12:11:00.001-08:00

There are days when I just love being at work. After five days of a sick kid with hand-foot-mouth, I'm elated to be here!

Tagged: Seven Random Facts

2008-08-21T17:10:00.001-07:00

1. If I don't exercise, I go totally insane. I need to run a few times a week to prevent this from happening.
2. I like to drive really, really fast (without the kid, course). Forunately for me, my driving record doesn't indicate this love for speed, yet :-)
3. If I don't take a shower every morning, my day sucks!
4. Clothes shopping is not something I like to do. Shoes and handbags, I'm there! But clothes? Forget it!
5. I'm a nightowl. I stay up until 1-2AM regularly, and only get about 4-5 hours of sleep. Hmmm, maybe that's called something else. Hehe!
6. I get really bored very easily. I'm not one of those people that can do the same thing for 20 years. I thrive on change.
7. I never thought I would really truly love anyone until I had Monkey. He changed my life.

Ohhh yeaaaa baby!

2008-08-21T17:09:00.001-07:00

So it has been a long time since I've posted something--this place has been keeping me busy!--but this evening, cowgirl and I went to the local market to grab a bite to eat and what did I see? Ohhh soooo hootttt Ryan Gosling on the latest cover of GQ. I grabbed it and bought it! I know, I know, he's not the typical hot, but he has that certain...je ne sais quoi that makes me melt!

Baby, one more time

2008-08-21T17:07:00.000-07:00

I know, I'm late again. crazedparent is sitting next to me and just told me the Britney post is so yesterday, but I can't help myself. I must throw in my $0.02 cents!

So this morning I was on my way to work listening to eminem. While he may not be the ideal parent his words spoke to me, and I hope they will do the same for Britney. So come on now, sing it with me before you do another Oops!...I Did it Again!

" Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
...the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo.

You can do anything you set your mind to."

Word.

Love Thursday: Simple Beauty

2008-08-21T17:05:00.000-07:00

9/27/2007
Simplicity is, an Oreo Cookie Shake and curly fries.

Beautiful!

Preschool, preschool--jiggity jig! Our Momemt :-)

2008-08-21T17:04:00.000-07:00

9/5/2007
Well, I did it. Rather, I should say, he did it. My little Monkey let me leave him at school and not a single peep out of him. All I got was a, "OK Mom, see ya!" I was trying not to stress too much reminding myself that they feed off of our insecurities

"What time is Nana going to pick you up?"

"I know mom!" Totally exasperated at my one hundred and one questions, "11:30."

"Right! And there are a lot of new faces here today, so let's try and help the kids out."

"OK MOM!"

My cue to leave.

But just in case, I'm camping out at the Starbucks around the corner should I get that phone call. "Yes, Mrs. MonkeysMama?" "Uh-huh?" Screeching in the background, "Um, your son...?" "I can be there in three minutes flat."

He's still my little baby, ya know.

Proud mama moment

2008-08-21T17:03:00.001-07:00

8/29/2007
I was sitting at my desk this morning doing a bit of work when Monkey joined me at his writing table. He started to do something when all of a sudden he said, "Look!" I turned around to see what he had done, and much to my amazement, it was letters. Yes, letters! I was so shocked and surprised because even though the family has worked on it with him, he seemed to show very little interest. Today, all of this has changed! He's written the letters l, e, n, c, g, p, o, and uh, a few more that are yet to be determined. I could not be more proud of this developemental milestone.

Well, back to listening (at Monkey's request) The Beatles and doing our happy dances!

Photo Challenge: Beautiful Things

2008-08-21T17:02:00.001-07:00

8/24/2007
This was taken in Seattle. It's a view of the Olympic Mountain Range, which was absolutely stunning!

Oh for the love of plush toys!

2008-08-21T16:56:00.000-07:00

Today was a wonderful day because I bought myself this wonderful dragon. I've wanted it for quite some time and now it's MINE! It's propped up on the corner of my cube and my fellow co-workers are green with envy. I mean, his face is irresistible!

Spelling it out, Flickr style

2008-08-20T23:13:00.000-07:00

spelling it out. And I've been spelling all sorts of interesting things. Just type in a word, or two, and viola! Check it out:

Three Truths and A Lie...

2008-08-20T23:12:00.000-07:00

7/30/2007
1. I'm adopted.

2. I've been shot at.

3. I've met Pink Floyd.

4. I'm afraid of the dark and sleep with nightlights.

The Mentos Soda Experiment

2008-08-20T23:02:00.000-07:00

7/28/2007
The Contenders:
The Contenders & Mentos

First up, Diet Rootbeer:
Diet Rootbeer
**Not very remarkable.**

Second up, Diet Coke:
Diet Coke**Better, but nothing to write home about.**

Third at bat, Diet Pepsi:
Diet Pepsi
**Off the charts!! The best one!**

And, 7UP (non-Diet):
7UP
**Not too shabby!**

A few members mentioned that we had to use diet drinks, but it seems like a non-diet soda will work fine. Also, I could only find mint Mentos (no peppermint), and this did the trick!

And if you want to know more, check out this interesting site.

Monkey Wisdom

2008-08-20T23:00:00.001-07:00

7/20/2007
We were talking about volcanoes one day:

Monkey: I don't want to go anywhere where there are volcanoes.

Me: Why?

Monkey: I saw what happened to the dinosaurs. I don't want to become extinct.

Now this is just cute

2008-08-20T22:58:00.000-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tnarik/857318424/

Photo Challenge: What's in Your Bag?

2008-08-20T22:56:00.001-07:00

7/20/2007
No words really required for this photo. I mean, c'mon, underwear (Monkey's, not mine), socks, Advil, lip gloss, Airbornne, Maya's Mom stickers--all the bare essentials

Panda baby

2008-08-20T22:53:00.001-07:00

Make sure you turn the volume up a bit for *maximum* enjoyment. It's worth it!

Love Thursday: All Things Sweet

2008-08-20T22:50:00.001-07:00

6/14/2007
This photo was taken at a French bakery in Monterey. Not only did they have the most amazing sweets at this boulangerie française, but I think these two were a bit sweet on each other.

Three Good Things.

2008-08-20T22:48:00.000-07:00

5/29/2007
The wo(men) I work with.
My son who loves me regardless of the fact that he told me the other night I needed to take "a parenting class" to learn how to be "a better and skinny mom." This was after the fact that I'd unknowingly "broke his heart."
Having the upcoming weekend to enjoy some R&R with the family.

Today I'm...

2008-08-20T22:46:00.002-07:00

5.28.07

...remembering when I was a young child, and listening to the war stories and acts of heroism my uncles shared with me. And I wondered how these young men faced their worst fears head on, and lived to tell me about it. On Memorial Day, we visit the grave of a family friend who was killed in action during the Viet Nam war. He is buried at a local cemetery where they hold a very nice service for all veterans who have served our country. Each year, a group of local Pearl Harbor veterans gather at this site to honor their fallen brothers and sisters; and each year this group seems to diminish in size. Today, one of these survivors gave a speech at the Veterans Garden of Honor, and his voice touched a place deep inside my heart when he said, "Let us never forget."

Learning to let go

2008-08-20T22:46:00.001-07:00

5/11/2007
There are only a few people in this world I consider my best friends, which includes, of course, Wolf Bear. Let me just say I am extremely fortunate to enjoy the friends I do share my life with, but it is sad when there comes a point in one of these friendships when you realize you've come to a fork in the road.

I'm one of those individuals who has a few extremely close friends I keep for life. I can count on one hand those who I consider family. My friends would do anything for me, and in return, I would do the same for them. We are always there for one another no matter how many days, months, or even years have passed. They do not judge, they do not criticize, they love unconditionally.

But this post is about one friend in particular. We met when our children were newborns while at a local playgroup, and became instant buddies. It was as if, excuse the cliche, we'd known each other our entire lives. She got me, I got her, life was good. Over the years, our friendship grew, and we would speak by phone several times a day, and spent mornings at the local coffee shop with our kids, and generally did what women do.

Then one day, she told me she was moving. It was a shock and surprise to me especially since it happened almost overnight. Okay, so maybe not overnight, but pretty darn close! I remember thinking to myself she was making an irrational decision; however, I supported her. She said she needed a bigger house because they wanted another child.

I immediately became fearful I was going to lose her. Not only would our geographical distance increase (she was only a 15 minute walk away from me), but our kinship would also undergo some sort of alteration. Of course, she could tell I was stressing, so was she. We comforted each other and promised ourselves nothing would change.

Fast forward one year. We kept our promise, and still communicated frequently by e-mail and phone.

Fast forward another year, and there's now a void in my heart. While time changes everyone, I never thought it would affect us. It makes me sad to think this could be the end of our friendship. She has her second child, a larger home, and a very busy life. But this wasn't the straw that broke the camel's back (sorry, another trite expression). What did it was when she said she was going to do something (important) and she didn't. After going through this up-and-down with her for several years, I arrived at the realization that we are at that fork in the road. I've gone in one direction, and she's taken another. I'm just sorry not to be on the same path with her.

What's in your treasure chest?

2008-08-20T22:40:00.000-07:00

I read a journal entry by dadsperspective the other day that inspired me to write my own post about motorcycles. I don't know anyone who rides anymore, but I can tell you this, I miss it more than anything.

When I was younger, my boyfriend taught me how to ride on his FZR400. Of course, I grabbed too much throttle nearly ending my life in the blink of an eye, but I was excited and fancied myself the next Mika Hakkinen of World Superbike racing. Although I never rose to International Fame and Fortune, I did manage to land myself a job as managing editor of a motorcycle magazine where I tricked convinced the powers that be into letting me "race" a bit. I worked 80+ hours a week for a meager salary, but boy was it worth it! Pit passes, access to beautifully crafted works of art, amazing classes taught by legendary riders, and an introduction to a reporter turned friend I've known for over 12 years, who, by the way, so kindly shoved a daft-%@*$! editor off the track after said editor told me that I would never succeed in the industry. These were a few of the many benefits I enjoyed.

Yet it is still difficult, on a beautiful day like today, to not wish I had a v-twin parked in my garage waiting patiently for me to roll it out, slip on my helmet (thanks, Rick Briggs!), and take a ride up to Berryessa. I imagine myself glidding smoothly through one of those perfectly formed omegas when all of a sudden a giddy scream penetrates the air snapping me back to reality. Monkey reminds me that his bedtime is nearing, and so I take my helmet, running my hand over its smooth, polished suface, inhale the rich earthy smell of my Held gloves one last time, and tuck my memories back into their box. Maybe one day, I will invite them out to play again, but for now, I am content to keep them where they are.

What's in your treasure chest?

Love Thursday: Love Unfolds

2008-08-20T22:39:00.000-07:00

5/10/2007
Today was my kind of day. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better it did, twice!

Monkey had his wellness appointment today, and he passed with flying colors. I had no idea what they were going to do, but he handeled it all like a pro. Although, the fact that I told him this was to confirm his entry into flight school did provide some extra motivation. His vision, hearing, blood pressure, pee, and overall wellness were excellent. And I was a proud mama when his doctor talked about his brilliant brain Wink

Just when I thought my day couldn't possibly reach a higher high, I came home to a sizeable package on my doorstep. My sister sent flowers to me for Mother's Day. They are absolutely gorgeous, and happen to be none other than Tulips! My favorite flower of all time.

My Moment...

2008-08-20T22:38:00.001-07:00

5/2/2007
came just about two minutes ago when Monkey said he had to pee, and went to the bathroom to do it, not the hallway =)

I confess

2008-08-20T22:35:00.000-07:00

5/1/2007
I watched three incredibly cheesy, lame, high-school movies this past weekend:

-Step Up (although Channing Tatum is pretty decent eye candy)
-How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
-The Prince & Me

Yes, sad, but true. I am SO EMBARASSED to admit it, but there you have it!

Sweet girl

2008-08-20T22:34:00.000-07:00

4/23/2007
After coming home from work last week, Monkey ran over to me demonstrating his happy dance.

Me: Hi Monkey! I missed you!
Monkey: (Happy dance, happy dance)
Me: Comere and gimme a big hug!
Monkey: (Cupping my face in his hands) How was your day sweet girl? I missed you!

My favorite curse-word substitute

2008-08-20T22:33:00.001-07:00

4/18/2007
Oh, shut the front door!

Heeheee, what's yours?

A mother's thoughts

2008-08-20T22:32:00.000-07:00

4/16/2007
I was cleaning the kitchen and prepping breakfast for Monkey this morning when the words "missing" and "son" brought my attention to the woman's voice on the radio. I stopped for a few minutes to listen to her story, and found myself nodding my head in agreement. We've all been here, and I thought to share this with you: www.kqed.org/epArchive/R704160737

The boy knows how to work it!

2008-08-20T08:57:00.000-07:00

So this was the deal. Monkey said he would vacuum if I'd make his breakfast while he was doing it. I was going to vacuum first because of this mess on the floor, so it was his brilliant idea to multi-task.

Gotta love it!

Love Thursday: Things that catch my breath

2008-08-19T16:19:00.000-07:00

3/22/2007
Monkey just before fading off to sleep: Mama, do you want me to go somewhere?

Me: (Laughing) What do you mean? Of course not! You're my snuggle puppy, and I want you to stay here with me. (Wait, I sound like a controlling, crazy mom). When you're older, you can go anywhere you'd like either by yourself, or with friends.

Monkey: I don't want to go by myself. Or with friends. (Laughs nervously). And I am a big boy. I can go where I want to go. I can take Alaska Airlines.

Me: Yes, this is true. But when you're older you can do more things on your own.

Monkey: (Pause) I want to go places with you. Do you want to come with me? I want to go with you and we will be together, and it will be fun!

Me: Of course Monkey. (Big hug).

Breathless.

Monkey Firsts: ear infection

2008-08-19T16:18:00.000-07:00

3/8/2007
Today Monkey was diagnosed with his first ear infection. Not much fun for either of us :(

Monkey-ism

2008-08-19T16:15:00.000-07:00

3/7/2007
Monkey: Yer de best, ever, ever. Who's tummy did you come out of?
Me: Mimi's.
Monkey: Who's in Dada's tummy?
Me: No one comes out of there.
Monkey: Who's In Elmo's tummy?
Me: Who do you think is in there?
Monkey: I dunno. Food?

Sounds good to me!

3/13/2007
While eating a lovely dinner of Thai food the other night:
Monkey: Mama, is that SHRIMP?!
Me: Yes.
Monkey: Is it GOOD?!
Me: Yes. It's delicious!
Monkey: What's that?! (pointing to the shrimp)
Me: The meaty part.
Monkey: Are you eating its FACE?!
Me: Uh, no.
Monkey: You're eating the FACE!!
Me: No, the face was...never mind.
Monkey: Is the FACE good?!

I am looking at becoming a vegetarian now.

3/17/2007
Monkey while taking a bath:
I'm deep in some shallow water!

Time

2008-08-19T16:14:00.000-07:00

3/3/2007
Today was one of those days when I realized how patience is worth every sleepless, fussy, colicky, screaming, draining, hair-pulling, locking myself in the bathroom moment I ever had with my son. I'll tell you why...

My husband worked today, so the Monkey and I set out to exlpore. It was a beautiful day, and I was ready to enjoy it. We headed to Rancho San Antonio, which is an awesome preserve located near Los Altos and Mountain View. If you have never ventured out there with the kids, or even without, go! You will not be disappointed.

I decided we were not going to take a stroller or any other device which could carry the Monkey in case he became tired. I wanted to try making it on our own. Monkey has always enjoyed being pushed around in a 'pack-pack' since he was little, but I took a chance today, and braved going out to the farm with a bag for snacks, water, and Benadrly (yes! I'm one of those paranoid mothers!). Monkey is the kind of kid that decides when the time is right, and when he does, boy is it ever! I was hoping today was the day for walking.

Not only did Monkey walk, he ran, climbed, and generally threw himself about here and there. It was amazing! I was so very, very proud of him. We walked a total of two miles on mostly semi-flat terrain, and he never complained once. He didn't want to be picked up, and when I did at one point, he asked to be put down. Monkey and I spotted wild turkeys, deer, lady bugs, a gopher making his home, and a countless number of other crittters; and all he wanted to do was hold my hand so he 'didn't get lost.'

What a wonderful day.

Monkey Thoughts

2008-08-19T16:12:00.000-07:00

3/1/2007
Grandma: What happened to the dinosaurs?
Monkey: They millions of millions of years ago died.
Grandma: Yes, that's right.
Monkey: Because Tyranosaur was grumpy grumpy grumpy!

3/2/2007
Talking to Monkey on the cell phone:
Me: Where are you going?
Monkey: What?
Me: Where..are..you..going?
Monkey: What?! Why are you talking so slow!
Me: So you can hear me.
Monkey: I can't hear you and you're talking to slow.
(click)

Where is the love?

3/6/2007
Monkey: Mama, it's Jane.
Me: Who?
Monkey: JANE!
Me: Who's Jane? Am I being set-up here for some knock-knock joke?
Monkey: Ugh! Maammmm, Jannne Goodall.
Me: Oh.

Love Thursday: 2/28/2007

2008-08-19T16:09:00.000-07:00

Now that's what I'm talkin about!

Eric Bana...my version of yum!

Photo found here: http://upload.moldova.org/movie/actors/e/eric_bana/thumbnails/tn2_eric_bana_3.jpg

Love Thursday: 2/15/2007

2008-08-19T16:08:00.000-07:00

It has been a hectic couple of days, and what I love is that Monkey seems to just *know* when things are not just right. He slows down, isn't so needy, and doesn't bug me about this and that nearly as much as he would normally do. Love that about my kid!

More Monkey Moments

2008-08-19T16:05:00.000-07:00

2/13/2007
Monkey: What begins with "T?"
Me: Television.
Monkey: Nuhhoooo, people!
Me: Uhh, okay.

2/16/2007
Monkey: Mama, (sweet voice) is this a special day?
Me: Every day is a special day.
Monkey: Can I have a special treat?

2/16/2007
Monkey comes running out of his room (supposed to be sleeping) and into the living room where I'm sitting. He takes one look at me and says: What happened to your face? (He has a very concerned look about him).
Me: It's my face mask!

2/20/2007
Monkey: Uh-huh, yea, OK. So how was your day? Really? Well, I guess so.
Me: Umm, Monkey? Who are you talking to?
Monkey: The fork! (I didn't realize he had the fork to his other ear).

2/24/2007
Me: I need to turn the heater on.
Monkey: What?
Me: I said I need to turn the heater on because it's cold.
Monkey: Oh! I thought you said I was your hero.

2/25/2007
Monkey: Astronauts are in pancakes, and german cars are like oyster crackers.
Me: Uhh...umm...uhh...

2/26/2007
I was hugging my son after he'd woken from a nap, and was patting his back when he said, "That's enough out of you Mama."

Oh the love!

Love Thursday: 2/8/2007

2008-08-19T16:03:00.000-07:00

I am so excited about writing my very first Love Thursday post. (Thank you crazedparent for bringing it to Maya's Mom). I didn't realize just how big Love Thursday was until I started reading blogs. I am just thrilled to contribute!

This morning was an especially tough one for us. Monkey had spent yesterday with my mother-in-law, and my husband ended up picking him up from her house after he returned home from work. So the Monks and I were only able to see each other for a few hours in the morning. Needless to say, he wasn't happy about it, and today he let me know exactly how he felt.

Thursdays are one of the days we have preschool, and normally Monkey loves going to preschool. But as soon as we woke up, the drama started. "I don't want to go to preschool!" "Why don't you want to go to preschool?" "Because it's not good for me." Back and forth, back and forth. I was also snack parent today, and I had to make a stop at the grocery store before going to school, so I had to get up. Plus, we needed to be out of the house in less than two hours.

I could see how the day was going to go, but I kept my tempo upbeat, and tried to remain calm and level-headed (very hard to do with a few hours of sleep). We made it out the front door on time (total wow!), and in the car and on our way to the market. I complimented Monkey and told him how much I appreciated his timeliness. This was great, I thought to myself. This day may actually turn out to be a good one!

We made it in and out of the market without any major catastrophes. The Monkey and I made it to school on time, and with a few minutes to spare! We were doing great. Until, that is, we walked in the front door. At this point, I don't even remember what started the crying. Oh, wait! Yes I do! I put an apron on. I'm snack mom, and snack mom's wear aprons. This sent him over the edge. He had a complete meltdown, and I could feel my serenity floating away.

I know why he was being this way. I totally and completely understand where he is coming from. I work from home, you see, so that I can spend time with him, and so he can still see me and isn't shipped off to someone he doesn't know. It's what we call, in our house, a compromise. But it's hard for him, and me too, because he hasn't really warmed up to it 100%. Even though we are working on it, it is still hard for him. So when he cried, I picked him up, and brought him into the kitchen where I held him, and then he hit me. Not hard, just a tap (a few of them, really) to let me know that he was upset, mad, and hurt. I knew. I didn't need to ask. When I tried to comfort him, he yelled, "No MAMA NO!" pushed me away, and then wanted me back again. I am sure many of you know how this part goes.

Well, when it came time to either crying forever or going to the potty, the potty won. "I...have....to...go....shishi (our word for pee). NOOOOOWWW!" I lifted him up and brought him to the potty. Well, for those of you who have boys, you know that aim is key. I sat him down on his potty seat, and that THING was pointed straight at my head. So I gently asked the Monkey to point it downwards. Well, he didn't. "NO!!" and out came the pee right for me. As soon as he could feel it was shooting upwards instead of downwards, he bent over, but that only made it worse because then it went all over him. Of course, this is the very day I didn't bring any extra pants. So here I was, in the potty with the Monkey, who now had shishi all over his pants and who was screaming, "I....WA-NT....TOOOOO....GOOOO...HOOOOMMMEE." No, Monkey, we are not going home. We are going to get you cleaned up, and take care of it. Normally, under these circumstances, I would have taken him home because I would have felt so defeated, and just tired. But today, I was not going to do that. I wanted to show him that even though life may absolutely, totally, beyond a shadow of any doubt what-so-ever suck that you can still come out on top.

But what was I going to do about his pants? I grabbed my phone and called my mother-in-law (thank goodness for her). She wasn't home. Called the husband. Sorry, on my way to work. I cleaned up the Monkey, put on fresh underwear--at least he'd have something to wear--and brought him back into school. "Dakko (carry me) mama!" I knew he needed my love an attention, and I was not going to say "no."

Thank goodness for the wonderful parents and teacher at the Monkey's school. Without them, I would want to go home too. They chipped in and helped the Monkey and I. Eventually, my wonderful mother-in-law came over with some pants (he wouldn't wear any of the ones the parents offered to us), and he promptly put them on, and was quite happy for the remainder of our day.

While I as preparing my snack, and getting everything ready for the kids, the Monkey came up behind me, hugged my butt, and said, "I love you Mama. So much!" Yup, it's worth it.

Monkey Musings

2008-08-19T16:01:00.002-07:00

2/7/2007
While lying in bed, supposedly sleeping:
Monkey: Mama, what should we dream about tonight?
Me: Ahhh, ummm...what about the ocean, and the beach, the birds, trees, drinks...
Monkey: ...and garbage trucks and tractors and cars...
Me: Uhh, yea, sure, ok.
Monkey: What else?
Me: Well, nice music, a gentle breeze...
Monkey: ...and dinosaurs, and I think I will be a cat.
Me: Uh, OK.
Monkey: Meaawooow. Do you hear that?
Me: Yes.
Monkey: Ask me what I'm saying.
Me: What are you saying Cat?
Monkey: I love you.

2/8/2007
Monkey: I'm gonna shave my tongue.
Me: Lord, help me.

Poor me day...

2008-08-19T16:01:00.001-07:00

2/6/2007
-Forgot to take out all of the drinks from the cooler last night.
-Woke up early this morning because the delivery people were coming by to pick up the rental stuff from the party.
-Go in the backyard and collect all of the freezing cold drinks, move them to another cooler.
-School starts at 9AM, the rental people are supposed to be here between 8-10AM.
-Couldn't find the schedule for school. Was it a field trip day? Was I snack mom today? OH, MY, GAWD!
-Monkey is running around naked, stretching his penis and pulling it over his head, again.
-Changing cars--the carseat isn't cooperating.
-Monkey is running up and down the street, the dog is barking at something, and I have a fever.
-Delivery people show up (thank you Buddah!), get in the car, go to Bucks, get a drink, make it to school...phew!
-Monkey cries all day at school.
-Leave, go to my doctor's appointment, get the drugs for my virus, take them.
-Eat lunch.
-Naptime.
-Pass out and don't wake up until 4PM. OH, MY, GAWD!
-Called refrigerator company about our part, which hasn't arrived yet. Our frig has not worked for the past week due to a broken fan. Come to find out, it won't be here for another three more days, if that.
-We are eating out 3-6 times a day. No food in the house.
-Monkey is screaming crying, I feel like a horrible mom, I want to scream and cry.
-Taco Bell for dinner tonight. And maybe some brandy, too.

More Monkey-isms

2008-08-19T15:58:00.000-07:00

2/6/2007
Sometime at around 12:45AM (no, we're not up that late, he just work up)
Monkey: Jazeeesus!
Me: Monkey! We don't say "Jesus." Say "gee" or "geez" instead.
Monkey: I'm just concerned, Mama. That's all.

2/6/2007
Every night we have a routine. The Monkey and I will crawl into bed, we'll read some books, Dada will put on a planetarium show, and then it's lights out. At around 8:30PM-ish, and for the next 30 to 40 minutes, the Monk will ask me questions. He will grill me on what I know about combustion motors, and argue with me about the color of the P-52 Mustang. All of which I know nothing about.

After awhile, he will finally settle down, and snuggle in my arms. I will always say to him during the night, "I love you Monkey." And he will reply, "I love you too Mama. I love you so, so much." This is usually followed by, "Come here Mama. Gimme a big hug and a big kiss." We will have this exchange a few times a night until one of us finally falls asleep.

At the end of the day, I know that he loves me and he knows that I love him. And I really hope that he falls asleep with a sense of joy and security.

2/6/2007
Monkey: Mama, say you're sorry for working so much.
Me: What?
Monkey: Say you're sorry for working too much.
Me: OK. Monkey, I'm sorry I work so much. (Hugging).
Monkey: That's OK Mama. I understand. It's OK. (Comforting me).

February 2, 2007 Birthday - 3

2008-08-19T15:57:00.000-07:00

2/3/2007
The birthday bash has come and gone, and now we are hanging around the table opening a few gifts. It's amazing how you time and energy goes into preparing for just a few hours. I hope the Monkey enjoyed it. The smile on his face when we started singing "Happy Birthday" was priceless. I think that was the highlight for him, because it was followed by some absolutely delicious cake.

Thank you to all of my Maya's Mom family for the warm birthday wishes, and love! You guys rock!

Monkey-isms 2007

2008-08-19T15:53:00.000-07:00

1/12/2007
1. How can you tell if two people love each other?
A. Hug. Huuuuuug! (Said in a high voice).

2. What is love?
A. He was eating peanuts when I asked him this, and he started to hum, "Hmmmmuuuu, huuuu." And then he pursued his lips together and said, "Hmmmuuuu." What? I asked. He swallowed and said, "Hug and kiss." (This kid has a one track mind).

3. How do you decide who to marry?
A. People. Hug each other, and dance to each other, and get married. Carry each other. I'll show you (and he wraps his arms around me). That's how you get married.

4. Can you sing me a love song?
A. Love love me do, you know i love you, i'll always be ture, so please e-e-e-ease, love me do, whoaaaaooo, love me do, someone to love, someone to love, love, love me to do, you know i love you, i'll always be some true, i'll always be true. the end. (Monkey, almost 3).

From Monkey-almost 3

1/26/2007
Monkey wisdom: Love is out there, and if you give it to people it will come back to you.

2/2/2007
Monkey: Mama?
Me: Yes?
Monkey: You got skills.

2/3/2007
Monkey: What's your name?
Kid: Mooollleeeyyyy.
Monkey: What? I don't understand you.
Kid: Mawwwllleeeyyyy.
Monkey: I don't understand what you're saying. I'll just call you "fish."

Thanks Mom

2008-08-13T10:05:00.000-07:00

Often times I take for granted what my mother has done for me, and continues to do for me. When she comes over to the house, she drives me nuts with her constant cleaning and cooking. But what I have to remind myself of is that it's her way of taking care of me, and telling me she loves me, which is very hard for her to verbalize. And even though it drives me INSANE, I enjoy it for what it is: a gesture of a mother's love for her daughter.

Over at BabyCenter, they have a group called Thanks Mom where you can talk about how your mother has inspired you. Let me warn you now, the stories will make you cry, but in a good way! My story is fairly basic, but they are all worth a read! Stop by and share yours!

There are no words to describe the heartbreak...

2008-04-09T11:38:00.000-07:00

a parent must feel when their child dies in a war, any war.

It started last night when I happened upon a blog called PJCountry. I was searching for Air Force gear for Monkey and found this place instead. Curious, I started clicking through their various posts laughing at some of their pics. What caught my eye, however, was the "Lost Brothers" section (lower right hand column). It starts with one of their comrades, SSGT Juan Ridout, and continues on to several more. Reading their bios made me gasp. Their faces reminded me of Monkey and how, one day, he too could become one of "those boys." Young, smart, strong, and willing. Orwell said it best, "People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."

This morning, I opened up The NY Times and came across an article about another fallen soldier, Petty Officer Second Class Michael A. Monsoor. He was only 25 and from California. The photo in The Times showed President Bush presenting the Medal of Honor to Monsoor's parents. It was the look on his mother's face that got me. There are no words to describe the pain of losing a child. At the same time, I could see in her expression the unmistakable look of pride. I could feel that pressure on my heart and the closing in of my throat as I thought about what it must be like to be told your child threw themselves on a grenade to save others.

My thoughts and heart are with each and every one of you out there who has had to endure this for us, so "that others may live."

Thank you.

Let this be a lesson to you all

2008-03-21T08:13:00.001-07:00

Never, and I mean never, walk with your laptop while typing. It's true what they say, accidents happen this way. Case in point, my bruised ankle (shown above if you didn't know what that was) after doing the aforementioned and falling over on a pallet. Although it could be Ops out to get me for all of those *requests* I submit... And yes, I said pallet. That's how they do!

How big is my baby?

2008-03-19T18:33:00.000-07:00

Well, wouldn't you like to know!

Oh baby! I wish I was preggo again just so I could *really* make use of this cool Facebook app Mkaz created. I want to see what my baby looks like. Is it the size of a penny this week? Has it grown to be a watermelon yet? Whatever the fruit, I have to give him some major props! This is very high speed :) So if you're a preggo mama (on Facebook), click here to download it.

Lyrics that make you melt

2007-10-08T09:11:00.000-07:00

On my way to work this morning I was listening to Maroon 5's song, She Will Be Loved. There's one part in particular that goes a little somethin' like this:

I've had you so many times
but somehow I want more

The song itself is amazing, but those words! Here's a vid so you can hear it for yourself.

What words make you melt?

This Kiss

2007-10-05T15:13:00.000-07:00

I stumbled upon this on YouTube last night, and it was so incredibly sweet, I couldn't resist the desire to post and share. I know, cheesy, but I'm such a sucker for those romantic moments in life. And I love the looks on the crowd's face! This just makes me smile every time I watch it.

Halloween Photo Challenge: Pumpkins!

2007-10-05T12:21:00.000-07:00

This was taken last year at our usual pumpkin patch.
Monkey decided that this was the one and jumped on it!

All my lovin, Monkey style

2007-09-29T22:25:00.000-07:00

You'll have to double-click the video to watch :-)

My blograph

2007-09-28T23:23:00.000-07:00

I recently came upon cosmicowgirl's photo of a splashgraph she had posted from Websites as graphs. It's a nifty place where you can enter a url and it does this cool looking splash-thingy. I thought I'd do one for this blog to see what it looked it. Kinda cool dontcha think? Now, I wonder what it all means.

Yum, yum, dim sum!

2007-09-28T23:05:00.001-07:00

When I lived in San Francisco I used to eat dim sum every weekend. I'd camp out in front of my fave dive and wait for the doors to open. Of course, along with all of those buns came the extra pounds, but it was so worth it. This past weekend some friends of ours got together at a Top 5 dim sum restaurant to hang out, order, and eat. It had been years since I last tasted some delicious har gow and wu gok. Just looking at this picture makes my mouth water!

Love Thursday: Simple Beauty

2007-09-27T22:47:00.000-07:00

Over at Maya's Mom it's Love Thursday.
This week the topic is Simple Beauty.

Simplicity is, an Oreo Cookie Shake and curly fries.

Beautiful!

Love me do, you know you do!

2007-09-23T20:24:00.001-07:00

Notebook love

2007-09-23T16:34:00.000-07:00

crazedparent has created a masterpiece! I recently oooo'd and ahhhh'd at her creation, and it paid off! This time, it's all mine! Thank you, cp, thank you! You brought a smile to my face and made my heart as warm as that cup of coffee.

Spelling it out, Flickr style

2007-09-23T15:53:00.000-07:00

I am fascinated with a cool feature I found while reading Rookie Heather's journal entry about spelling it out. I've been spelling all sorts of interesting things. Just type in a word, or two, and viola! Check it out:

The Mentos Soda Experiment

2007-09-23T15:39:00.000-07:00

Thanks to armywife and her amazing Mentos and Diet Coke Pic I was inspired to try this with Monkey. The results are in!

The Contenders:

First up, Diet Rootbeer:

**Not very remarkable.**

Second up, Diet Coke:

**Better, but nothing to write home about.**

Third at bat, Diet Pepsi:

**Off the charts!! The best one!**

And, 7UP (non-Diet):

**Not too shabby!**

A few members mentioned that we had to use diet drinks, but it seems like a non-diet soda will work fine. Also, I could only find mint Mentos (no peppermint), and this did the trick!

And if you want to know more, check out this interesting site.

Monkeyism

2007-09-23T15:30:00.000-07:00

We were talking about volcanoes one day:

Monkey: I don't want to go anywhere where there are volcanoes.

Me: Why?

Monkey: I saw what happened to the dinosaurs. I don't want to become extinct.

Now this is just cute

2007-09-23T15:28:00.000-07:00

http://www.flickr.com/photos/tnarik/857318424/

Photo Challenge: What's in Your Bag?

2007-09-23T15:27:00.000-07:00

No words really required for this photo. I mean, c'mon, underwear (Monkey's, not mine), socks, Advil, lip gloss, Airbornne, Maya's Mom stickers--all the bare essentials!

Of Pandas and their wee ones

2007-09-23T15:26:00.000-07:00

I was inspired by cowgirl's dramatic chipmunk to post a cute video of my own. Everytime I see this one I can't help but laugh uncontrollablly. I hope you enjoy it too!

Oh, and make sure you turn the volume up a bit for *maximum* enjoyment. It's worth it!

Love Thursday: All Things Sweet

2007-09-23T15:24:00.000-07:00

This photo was taken at a French bakery in Monterey. Not only did they have the most amazing sweets at this boulangerie française, but I think these two were a bit sweet on each other

Today I'm...

2007-09-23T15:23:00.002-07:00

remembering when I was a young child, and listening to the war stories and acts of heroism my uncles shared with me. And I wondered how these young men faced their worst fears head on, and lived to tell me about it.

On Memorial Day, we visit the grave of a family friend who was killed in action during the Viet Nam war. He is buried at a local cemetary where they hold a very nice service for all veterans who have served our country.

Each year, a group of local Pearl Harbor verterans gather at this site to honor their fallen brothers and sisters; and each year this group seems to diminish in size. Today, one of these survivors gave a speech at the Veterans Garden of Honor, and his voice touched a place deep inside my heart when he said, "Let us never forget."

Learning to let go

2007-09-23T15:23:00.001-07:00

There are only a few people in this world I consider my best friends, which includes, of course, Wolf Bear. Let me just say I am extremely fortunate to enjoy the friends I do share my life with, but it is sad when there comes a point in one of these friendships when you realize you've come to a fork in the road.

I'm one of those individuals who has a few extremely close friends I keep for life. I can count on one hand those who I consider family. My friends would do anything for me, and in return, I would do the same for them. We are always there for one another no matter how many days, months, or even years have passed. They do not judge, they do not criticize, they love unconditionally.

But this post is about one friend in particular. We met when our children were newborns while at a local playgroup, and became instant buddies. It was as if, excuse the cliche, we'd known each other our entire lives. She got me, I got her, life was good. Over the years, our friendship grew, and we would speak by phone several times a day, and spent mornings at the local coffee shop with our kids, and generally did what women do.

Then one day, she told me she was moving. It was a shock and surprise to me especially since it happened almost overnight. Okay, so maybe not overnight, but pretty darn close! I remember thinking to myself she was making an irrational decision; however, I supported her. She said she needed a bigger house because they wanted another child.

I immediately became fearful I was going to lose her. Not only would our geographical distance increase (she was only a 15 minute walk away from me), but our kinship would also undergo some sort of alteration. Of course, she could tell I was stressing, so was she. We comforted each other and promised ourselves nothing would change.

Fast forward one year. We kept our promise, and still communicated frequently by e-mail and phone.

Fast forward another year, and there's now a void in my heart. While time changes everyone, I never thought it would affect us. It makes me sad to think this could be the end of our friendship. She has her second child, a larger home, and a very busy life. But this wasn't the straw that broke the camel's back (sorry, another trite expression). What did it was when she said she was going to do something (important) and she didn't. After going through this up-and-down with her for several years, I arrived at the realization that we are at that fork in the road. I've gone in one direction, and she's taken another. I'm just sorry not to be on the same path with her.

Love Thursday: Love Unfolds

2007-09-23T15:20:00.000-07:00

Today was my kind of day. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better it did, twice!

Monkey had his wellness appointment today, and he passed with flying colors. I had no idea what they were going to do, but he handeled it all like a pro. Although, the fact that I told him this was to confirm his entry into flight school did provide some extra motivation. His vision, hearing, blood pressure, pee, and overall wellness were excellent. And I was a proud mama when his doctor talked about his brilliant brain

Just when I thought my day couldn't possibly reach a higher high, I came home to a sizeable package on my doorstep. My sister sent flowers to me for Mother's Day. They are absolutely gorgeous, and happen to be none other than Tulips! My favorite flower of all time.

We all need some lovin!

2007-09-23T15:15:00.000-07:00

Dog gone

2007-09-23T15:14:00.000-07:00

No one likes to admit they're wrong and this includes me. When I purchased my beautiful dog a little over a year ago, I had every intention of keeping up with her Schtuzhund tranining. She was bred to work, and her lineage was a fine testament to this very fact. Unfortuantely, with work, school, kids, cleaning, well, you get the picture, I had to have a real conversation with myself about priorities.

Now I am one of those people who views their four-legged beasts as children. She was part of the family, and to come to the realization that I had actually taken on more than I could handle when I bought her? Ludicrous! Ridiculous! Impossible! But it was the truth. My mom guilt was getting the better of me, and so, with a heavy heart, I sat myself down and weighed all of the pros and cons. Needless to say, it was a quick conversation because there were clearly so many reasons why I shouldn't keep her.

With my mind made up, I sat down and began contacting all of the people I knew who could help me find her a home. Not just any old home. No, it had to be perfect. After several months of e-mails, phone calls, vet visits, success! A very good friend put me in contact with a woman who would become my dog's new mom.

On March 31st, I bid farewell to my beautiful German Shepherd. She was donated to a Southern California agency where she will begin work as a search and rescue K9. The pefect job for her. With a pat on her head (and a tear in my eye), I waved good-bye to my sweet girl, who I know will put all her heart, boundless energy, and amazing skills into saving people. A job she was meant for.

War, what is it good for?

2007-09-23T15:13:00.000-07:00

We were in the car recently and I was listening to the radio when the reporter started to discuss a story about the fighting in Somalia. I normally turn the radio off or down when these sorts of reports air, but for whatever reason, I forgot (not unusual).

Monkey: What's war?

Me: (Shit!) Well, it's when people have a very serious disagreement, and they cannot come up with a resolution. War is not good.

Monkey: (Pause). They need to compromise.

Me: (Love this kid!) Yes, they do. Unfortunately, sometimes people cannot agree on a compromise. That's part of the problem.

Monkey: They need to learn. I will teach them. OK?

Me: Yes, Monkey, I am sure you will.

Proud mama

Monkeyism

2007-09-23T08:36:00.000-07:00

Monkey while taking a bath: I'm deep in some shallow water!

The beautiful colors: Boogers and blooms

2007-09-23T08:34:00.000-07:00

Yes, that's right! You heard me. Boogers and blooms.

While the blooms have been quite stunning these last few days, I've been too busy dealing with Monkey's green boogers to pay any real attention to the beauty surrounding me.

I was inspired by Sarah's post to take a few pics tonight despite Monkey's sinus infection Achoo!

Time

2007-09-23T08:33:00.001-07:00

Today was one of those days when I realized how patience is worth every sleepless, fussy, colicky, screaming, draining, hair-pulling, locking myself in the bathroom moment I ever had with my son. I'll tell you why...

Monkey and I set out to exlpore. It was a beautiful day, and I was ready to enjoy it. We headed to Rancho San Antonio, which is an awesome preserve located near Los Altos and Mountain View. If you have never ventured out there with the kids, or even without, go! You will not be disappointed.

I decided we were not going to take a stroller or any other device which could carry the Monkey in case he became tired. I wanted to try making it on our own. Monkey has always enjoyed being pushed around in a 'pack-pack' since he was little, but I took a chance today, and braved going out to the farm with a bag for snacks, water, and Benadrly (yes! I'm one of those paranoid mothers!). Monkey is the kind of kid that decides when the time is right, and when he does, boy is it ever! I was hoping today was the day for walking.

Not only did Monkey walk, he ran, climbed, and generally threw himself about here and there. It was amazing! I was so very, very proud of him. We walked a total of two miles on mostly semi-flat terrain, and he never complained once. He didn't want to be picked up, and when I did at one point, he asked to be put down. Monkey and I spotted wild turkeys, deer, lady bugs, a gopher making his home, and a countless number of other crittters; and all he wanted to do was hold my hand so he 'didn't get lost.'

What a wonderful day.

The Maasai, Andy, and Me

2007-09-22T20:30:00.001-07:00

There are times when I really question myself. What am I doing? Where am I going? What kind of mother am I? Is this the right way to make play dough? Does my dog need Prozac? Do I? This week, OK, so for the past few weeks, I find that my mental arrow is pointing to the "frazzeled" category. I look around at the clumps of dog hair hanging from every nook and cranny, and wonder when the H-E-L-L we are ever going to finish painting our house.

Every so often, I will have these moments, aand with my decaf in hand, I will stop, breathe, and look around. I force myself to take in my surroundings, to enjoy the trees, and to smell the fresh air, but most importantly, to really see my beautiful son, who is usually standing in front of me asking, "Why can't we go outside right this very second?"

This is when I pull out two important tools in my "get your head out of your ass" box. I think back to the morning I was on my way home from the local coffee shop after having had a miserable start to the day. It seemed as if everything was going against me. Nothing was right. What snapped me out of my "poor me" snowball was the mention of Maasai on the radio. As a lover of African culture and music, and a place where I will take my son some day, I turned up the radio and heard a story I will always remember.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4712862

It was what I needed at just the right moment. A big *kapow* on the side of my head to bring me back to reality, and it made me cry and cry and cry. The tears just flowed, and I smiled because of the rawness and beauty of emotion expressed in this story was so true. How we act, who we are, what we do, or don't do, and how we treat those around us, this is what matters.

"And if you see me first thing in the morning," as Siranka explains, "it's a blessing to be alive. Greet me because maybe you not have seen me again."

The second tool I pull out is a reminder I keep on my refrigerator. It's the program of a funeral we went to in 2005. At the age of 47, my friend and co-worker died. I remember receiving a call from work letting me know Andy was sick, again. He had been cancer-free for awhile, but then it returned, and there was nothing the doctors could do about it. Within a week from the initial phone call, I was told he only had a few weeks to live. Another call came in a few days later letting me know it was now only a matter of days. By the next morning, he was dead.

I remember sending him an e-mail begging for a chance to see him, and writing him a note, which I gave to Andy's best friend asking that he please read it to Andy. It was more of a little poem about how much I missed him, and all the wonderful things he had done for me, and to never give up. But it was too late.

When I look at his smiling face on my refrigerator, he is there to constantly tell me to live each day like we mean it. Andy was the kind of person each of us aspires to be. He loved life, he loved his wife, he loved his dogs, and he took care of all of us like family.

Monkey Wisdom

2007-09-22T20:28:00.000-07:00

Monkey wisdom: Love is out there, and if you give it to people it will come back to you.
By Monkey 1/26/07

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